"You can climb, that's sure," said Mark, admiringly.
"Always could," answered Bob from above. "Went clear up to the masthead before I was on my first ship a week."
"Didn't it make you dizzy?"
"Not in the least."
Mark remained at the foot of the tree, while Bob mounted higher and higher. Presently the former sailor lad called down that he had reached the top and could get a good look on all sides.
"I can see the river, as plain as day," he said. "It is about a mile from here. And I can see some turnouts further off."
"Good enough! Let us walk to the river, and then follow it until we reach the fording place."
Bob came down to the ground again, and they set off through the forest once more, taking great care that they should not become turned around again.
"I have heard of people being lost in the woods, and I don't wonder at it now," observed Mark. "It is the easiest thing in the world to go astray."
As they journeyed along they stirred up some small game, but before they could take aim the game got out of sight.