"Pshaw! I didn't think you were so timid, Roger," exclaimed Ernest. "I'll go on foot and find the trail."
"Don't be a fool, Ernest," cried Roger.
But if a quick temper was Roger's besetting sin, pig-headedness was Ernest's. He jumped down from the wagon and disappeared into the dusk.
Felicia and Roger waited for a time patiently. Then Roger shouted, half a dozen times, "Ernest!" There was no answer.
"Darn chump!" muttered Roger. "Come on, Felicia, let's make a fire of grease wood so he can find us."
They built the fire and an hour passed, then two, but Ernest did not appear.