"No, but I'm awful hungry and I've chewed gum till I'll scream if I see another piece. We ought to come on another wick-i-up soon."
"We've come on a dozen of them," grumbled Kent. "If we could make the Indians understand where the camp is, it would be all right. And I don't know what Charlie's Indian name is, so that doesn't help."
Lydia drew a trifle closer on the log to Kent. "Supposing we have to stay out here all night!" She shivered a little.
"Well, I'd light a fire," said Kent in a matter of fact manner that
Lydia suspected was assumed, "and fix you up on a bed of pine needles.
Then I'd stand guard all night, like a little tin hero."
"No, we'd guard in turns," corrected Lydia. "Kent, what's the use of starting on until the moon comes up?"
"None at all," returned the boy. "It's due about nine, isn't it! I hope the folks won't worry about us. In the meantime, you and I can have a good old talk, like the old days. Remember?"
It was entirely dark now in the woods. Fireflies darted about. Crickets shrilled and an occasional owl hooted. Lydia moved still closer to Kent, until his shoulder touched hers.
"I remember! Kent, are you afraid?"
"I should say not! I like the woods at night. Don't the fern and the needles smell fine? Lyd, what're you going to do after you finish High School?"
"Go on to the University. Aren't you?"