“There were two,” Jimmie said, coolly, “but I killed one.”
“How did you get here?” was the next question, asked as the boys turned toward the camp.
“How do you think I got here?” returned Jimmie.
“Walked!” laughed Frank.
“Yes, I walked.”
Jimmie stopped and rubbed his legs with careful hands.
“I’m all wore out!” he said. “I can’t walk any farther to-night.”
“All right,” Frank said, with a grin. “I’ll leave you both lights to keep the cats off with, and my gun, and come out after you in the morning after breakfast.”
“Oh, my eats!” Jimmie cried. “Lead me to something that will sustain life! I’m starving, I tell you.”
“You walked all the way?” asked Frank.