"In a waterproof case?" asked the guide.
"No, in my pocket."
"No good! They are soaked to a pulp. Master Tad, have you a match safe?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good."
"Oh, fudge, I have lost it," groaned Tad. "I am a greenhorn to do a thing like that."
"No, it was not your fault that you lost it. It was my fault that I forgot to fill mine. So you are in the better position of the two," said Vaughn.
"What are we going to do now?" asked Ned.
"I'm going to stand against this tree until I fall over," declared Stacy. "There will be a dead Pony Rider Boy at the foot of this tree in the morning."
"Buck up!" commanded Rector.