“What, a boy, and alone on the mountain at this hour?”
“Strange, but true.”
“I don’t understand it.”
“Neither do I. I suppose he’s lost, or has run away from home. In either case, the best we can do is to get to camp with him as quickly as possible.”
Jim tried to draw the lad out—to get him to tell something of himself, but his only answer was more sobs, as the lad still quivered from fright.
“Well, are you alone?” Jim asked.
There was a hastily murmured:
“Yes.”
“Do you want to go with us?”