Quenching their thirst with the ill-tasting liquid, they lay down on the ground to rest, and did not continue their journey for some time.
"Why not stay here all night?" Gus asked.
"Because we haven't traveled far enough yet."
"But I can't hold out much longer, no matter how hard I try."
"You'll have to go as far as I do."
"Wait till mornin', an' then I'll walk twice as fast to make up for the time spent now."
"We must get in another hour's tramp before sunset," Fred replied, determinedly, and although Gus pleaded very hard the decision was not changed.
But little was accomplished during the last portion of the traveling. Both were thoroughly tired, and when the shadows of night shrouded the recesses of the forest in gloom the welcome word was given.
"Here's a little stream, and we'd better stop here, there's a chance for a drink."
"It's about time," Gus added, sulkily as he threw himself on the ground.