"Ye're agoin' to camp at Honeycomb Cliffs!" he exclaimed incredulously.
"Why, yes."
"For three or four days!"
"Perhaps longer."
The old gentleman shook his head solemnly.
"Ye're strange to these parts, ain't ye?"
"This is the first time we've ever been down this way."
"I thought so," returned the old man with a great air of satisfaction, as though his judgment had been verified.
"Well," said Frank, becoming a trifle impatient, "we'd still like to know how much farther we have to go."
"It's a matter of about ten mile by the road. Then ye'll have to walk a ways."