“You needn’t trouble yourself,” said Bruce.
“We’ll never come near a cliff, or anything else. I know all about it. We’re wandering in a circle. We’ll camp in the woods to-night, and to-morrow night, after wandering all day, we’ll get back to the same place. I move, therefore, that we stop now in this place, and build a good, solid camp, that will serve for a shelter every night after our circular wanderings.”
“Well,” said Bart, “we won’t begin just yet. I want to get to the cliff.”
“I want to get to Scott’s Bay,” said Tom.
“I’m determined,” said Phil, “to get to Cornwallis.”
“Pooh!” said Arthur. “Every one of us will sleep to-night in Hall’s Harbor. Come along, boys.”
XV.
All lost—The gathering Gloom of Fog and of Night—Sudden Discovery.—The lost One found.—A Turkey with four Legs.—A cheerful Discussion.—Five Hours of Wandering.—When will it end?—Once more upon the Tramp.
THEY went on.