“And it’s at the mouth of the creek,” said Phil. “We could get to the camp by following the Fording down to the Elk.”
“That’s exactly what we’d do if we could get a start,” was Frank’s reply.
“It’s exactly what I can do without a start,” persisted Phil. “Get aboard. You can get away like a top with a little help. I’ll give you the shove that will do the trick at the right moment.”
“You—” began Frank.
“Then I’ll walk to camp. It can’t be far.”
“You’re crazy,” exclaimed Frank.
“We’re dumb-heads for not thinkin’ about it before,” went on Phil. “It’s supper time and that mess of trout is spoilin’. I’ll see your camp fire as soon as I get through the river channel, even if it is dark.”
“I’ll draw cuts to see who does it.”
“Gimme that flash light,” went on Phil. “If I ain’t there by dark, send ‘Grizzly’ Hosmer up the creek for me. I’ll flash a light every five minutes after dark.”