“Then you went away and left her, did you?” demanded Jimmie.
“Of course I did. I wanted to see what was going on!”
“Did you see the people who took the machine away?” asked Jimmie.
“I saw two figures—no faces,” was the reply.
“Well,” Jimmie grunted, “we’ve got a nice little walk back to camp!”
“I hope we don’t freeze to death on the way down,” Carl cut in.
The boys walked steadily for a few moments, and then Jimmie stopped and regarded his companion with a questioning look.
“Are you game?” he finally asked.
“I’m game!” Carl answered. “We’ve lost the machine, and it doesn’t make any difference what happens now.”
“That’s the way I look at it!” Jimmie returned.