“Perhaps he dun got scared at dis hoss pistol ob mine,” put in Blumpo.
To him that “hoss” pistol was a mighty weapon, greatly to be feared.
A little back of the summit of rocks was a grassy plateau, and here the boys decided to camp for the night.
“What a beautiful place for a picnic!” said Harry.
“Rather hard to get to, though,” returned Jerry. “I wonder if there is a spring handy?”
“A spring away up heah!” exclaimed Blumpo. “Yo’ expect watah to run up hill? Ha, ha!”
“Yes, Blumpo; strange as it may seem, the finest springs are found at the very tops of mountains. Come on and look for one.”
The homeless youth showed his surprise, but he readily joined in the hunt, and so did Harry. There was a patch of brush behind the plateau, and this they skirted. Ere long Jerry found a tiny rivulet flowing in a well-worn hollow.
“The head of this rill of water will bring us to the spring,” he said.
They began to follow the watercourse. It led around half a dozen big rocks.