"By the holes in your belt."
At eleven o'clock that night Tom Parry announced that they had arrived at the end of their day's journey.
"Where's the water? I don't see any water?" said Walter.
"After supper we'll look for it. I presume want something to eat first, don't you?" questioned the guide.
"Yes," shouted the lads in chorus. "We're nearly starved."
Bacon and coffee constituted the bill of fare for their late meal, which they ate out in the bright moonlight with the crackling camp-fire near by.
"This is fine," announced Tad, with which sentiment all the boys agreed. "Wish we could do this every night."
"Your supper would be breakfast after a few days," replied Parry.
"How's that!" questioned Ned.
"If you waited for moonlight, I mean. The moon comes up later every night, you know."