"I hope we don't get lost," said Stacy, apprehensively, as they glided across the desert.
"We mustn't!"
"Yes; but what if we do?" insisted the fat boy.
"It will be because you disobeyed orders, Chunky. You and I have a task to perform, and we're going to do it like men. The lives of our companions may depend upon our own efforts—yours and mine."
"I can't see the Professor's pajamas," insisted Chunky. "I believe we are lost already, Tad."
"Then we'll stay lost," answered Tad shortly.
CHAPTER XXII
IN THE HERMIT'S CAVE
The conviction that they did not know where they were grew upon Stacy as they proceeded. Not that Stacy cared particularly whether they were lost or not, but it gave him something to talk about.