“Guess I was dreaming,” he said, taking his position on a log.
Bob readily sympathized with his chum, for the day had been a strenuous one, and their endurance had been taxed severely.
“We’ll surely find a way out tomorrow,” Bob said, curling up in the hollow.
“Hope so,” was the reply.
Joe’s watch was also devoid of incident, and late the next morning he called the other youth from his slumber.
They were obliged to begin the day without any breakfast, although they were extremely hungry. They could have shot some small animal, but Bob thought it wise to wait until noon.
“By that time,” he said hopefully, “maybe we’ll have found the river—or something else.”
They followed the same trail until Joe stopped and looked about.
“We’re not getting any place as things are,” he said. “Seems to me the river should be over in that direction.”