"No, we can't get lost, Professor," interrupted Stacy.
"Not lost—cannot get lost?"
"No."
"Why not?" glared the Professor.
"We can't get lost," announced Stacy impressively, "because we don't know where we are, anyway."
A roar of laughter greeted this assertion. It did more than anything else to put the boys in a better frame of mind—unless perhaps it might have been the return of the lost ponies.
"I am forced to admit the correctness of Master Stacy's logic," replied the scientist, after their laughter had subsided.
"It seems fairly simple to me," spoke up Tad. "The mountains run in a southeasterly direction. If we follow that direction we are bound to come out somewhere—"
"In Arkansas or the Indian Territory or some other place," cut in Ned
Rector.
"As I understand it," went on Tad, not heeding the interruption, "these gorges or canyons in the Ozark range follow the same general direction. We have one right here by us, and we have the sun above us. Between the two we should be able to find our way."