“What’s to be done Serge?” cried the boy, despairingly. “Why, we may be losing time.”
“Most likely,” said Serge.
“And I was thinking that in flying along as we have been we were getting nearer and nearer to the army. Now, then, what is to be done?”
Serge was silent for a few moments, and then said slowly:
“Well, boy, it seems to me that the best thing we can do is to bear off to the right.”
“But that may take us wrong,” said Marcus, excitedly. “Why not go to the left?”
“Humph!” grunted Serge. “Because that may take us wrong, boy. You see, there’s a lot of chance in it, and we must use our brains.”
“Of course. That’s what I’m trying to do, Serge.”
“Don’t seem like it, boy. We’ve got to track the army, haven’t we?”
“Yes,” cried Marcus, “but they’ve left no traces.”