He hastened back and found Byron and Walter sitting up and looking around them. Remembering his predicament, Pickles began to sniffle with fright. This awakened Frank and Fes.
“Oh, fellows!” exclaimed Hal eagerly, “I’ve made a wonderful discovery.”
Pickles ceased to cry.
“Have you found a way down?” inquired Ferd.
“No, not yet, but maybe we’ll find one. But I believe we can climb up to the top.”
“On top of Flathead!” Byron exclaimed.
“Yes, on top of Flathead.”
“What good will that do us?” inquired Frank. “That won’t help us get down.”
“I don’t know—it may,” replied Hal hopefully. “Anyway, it’s better than staying here. We’re a long distance from the road, and the bushes growing along the edge here would keep anybody from seeing us. Maybe we can throw some stones down and attract somebody’s attention over near the pass.”
This suggestion struck the others as a good one, and they were all ready in an instant to begin the climb. They realized that they would soon be hungry and thirsty and that they must do something soon. So they started without further delay.