“Come on! Hurry!” advised Dick.
The two boys hurried on through the darkness. Now and then they stumbled. Once Dick, who was in the lead, tripped and fell. Teddy tumbled over him.
“Gosh! What happened, Dick?” asked Teddy.
“There was a ditch here. I didn’t see it.”
“I should say you didn’t! Well, anyhow, we know it’s here now,” Teddy said rather ruefully as he got to his feet. “We should have brought flashlights.”
“I guess you’re right,” Dick replied. “But Joe and I didn’t know we were going deer hunting. We didn’t have time to go back and get our flashlights.”
“That’s right. But I should have brought mine,” Teddy said. “Never mind. We’ll go a bit slower from now on.”
This plan of advance worked well and in a short time Teddy and Dick emerged into a little clearing near a small recreation spot on the edge of town. The place was called Fountain Park.
“There’s Joe!” called Dick excitedly.
Teddy saw a figure dimly waving its arms in a signal to hurry.