“That’s right,” John assented. “We’ve come through this far, and we can finish the way we started—that is, if the other fellows catch up with us all right, and we get another boat. How long since we left them? I’ve sort of lost track of the time.”
“Fifth day,” said Rob. “It’s about time they were coming.”
His prediction was fulfilled that evening, when, as they were preparing the camp-fire for their supper, they heard a loud shout from the trail back of them.
“Who’s that, Alex?” demanded John.
But even as he asked he had his answer. Such excited gesticulations, such cries of welcome, could come from no one but Moise.