“We set out to find Bunk,” said the elder, “and now it’s up to him to find us. You say you know of no way of climbing out of this gorge?”
“Not unless some one gives us help. I have tried it over and over again, and shouted until I was hoarse, but without any one hearing me.”
“I certainly did not. Now instead of one young Hamilton in a hole there are two. That makes the situation twice as bad as before. Why haven’t you started a fire?”
“The fuel is too green.”
“Thereby resembling us. However, we must find some way to leave in the morning. You see, Harv, we haven’t our outer coats, nor any food, nor moisture enough to wet our lips. By and by our situation will become a bore.”
“It is pretty near that now.”
Since it was certain they would have to spend the night there, they seated themselves where Harvey had been resting when awakened with such startling suddenness.
“Did you learn anything of Bunk?” asked Dick.
“I didn’t get the first trace.”
“I knew you wouldn’t when you left me.”