“Is that the way the meals are brought out every day?” asked Hazelton.
“No; but now we’re getting pretty far from camp, and it would waste a lot of our time to go back and forth. So our noon meals will come by burro route. Tomorrow or the day after the camp will be moved forward.”
“How long before that train will be here?” Tom wanted to know.
“Probably ten minutes,” guessed Rutter.
“Then I’m going to see if I can’t find some little stream such as I’ve passed this morning,” Tom went on. “I want to wash before I’m introduced to clean food.”
“I’ll go along presently,” nodded Harry to his chum. “There’s something about the spirit level on this transit of mine that I want to inspect.”
So Tom Reade trudged off into the brush alone. After a few minutes he returned.
“That burro outfit in sight?” he called, as he neared the trail.
“No,” answered Rutter. “But it’s close. Once in a while I can hear a burro clicking his hoofs against stones.”
Harry appeared two minutes later, just as the foremost burro, with Bob by its head, put in an appearance about fifty yards away.