“Stream’s getting wider,” observed Bob, several hours later.
“Yes,” returned Joe. “The river shouldn’t be very far away.”
He had scarcely uttered the words when they rounded a sharp curve and found themselves at the junction with the river.
For a moment the youths could hardly believe their eyes. Here at last was the thing they had been searching for all these days—the thing that would lead them to their fathers and the others of the party. Never had anything looked so good to them.
“At last!” breathed Joe, too delighted for words. “Now let’s hurry on up to the boats.”
“How do you know we should go up?” demanded Bob. “They could be easily farther downstream as well.”
“I know it,” was the response. “But it seems to me that I remember passing this stream several hours before we stopped.”
“All right. Let’s go.”
They had to search quite a while before a path was found that followed the river.