"Nor do I! Shall we ask God to show it to us, Theo?"
"You ask Him, will you, old fellow?"
Jack readily complied. Kneeling on the heather, in spite of his injured knees, he lifted up his voice in prayer to God for help and guidance, whilst Theodore's heart echoed the petition, though his lips uttered no sound. They did not seek to hide their true position from each other any longer, but bravely faced the fact that they had lost their way, and might very probably be obliged to spend the night on the moor, whilst they were being sought for in vain.
[CHAPTER XVI.]
A TERRIBLE PLIGHT.
"OH, Jack, I wish we had never come," Theodore said dolefully, after his stepbrother had concluded his simple prayer.
"It's no good wishing that now, Theo."
"Of course it's not; but—but it's all my fault."
"Oh, no, it's mine too."
"No," Theodore protested, "you did not really want to come, and I—I am sorry I made you. I said you were a coward, but you're not, Jack. It's I who am the coward!"