“Don’t crow, Andy; we are not yet out of the woods,” returned Jack, with a faint smile.
“It seems to me we are much in the woods,” came from Pepper, as he gazed around. “I must confess I haven’t the least idea where we are.”
“I know,” said Jack, dryly.
“Where?”
“On the ground. There, that pays you back for telling me we were in the air awhile ago.”
“We must have sailed seven or eight miles at least,” said Andy. “Remember, the breeze was a pretty fair one.”
“I thought we came about fifty miles,” answered Pepper. “And we seemed to be about five miles high.”
“You couldn’t live at five miles, you know that,” answered Jack, quickly. “Science teaches that——”
“Oh, bother science, unless it can connect us with a refreshment stand,” interrupted Pepper. “I am awfully dry, and hungry too.”
They gazed around them. On all sides was the tall timber. The ground was very uneven and rocky in spots. Some of the rocks were damp, but they could not locate any spring or brook.