“Say, Persimmons,” murmured Harry presently.
“Well?”
“Has it struck you that we are mighty lucky to be lying here safe and sound after all we’ve been through?”
“You just bet it has,” was the hearty response. “Walloping waterfalls, if it wasn’t that I’m so hungry I’d think I was dead.”
“We’d better be seeing about getting back to camp,” said Harry presently. “It’s getting late and they’ll be worried to death over us.”
“Not half so worried as we were over ourselves about twenty minutes ago,” breathed Persimmons fervently.
“I don’t know about that. But look, the sun is getting low. We’d better start.”
“Right you are; but how about your ankle?”
“It doesn’t hurt half so much now. I guess I can make it all right.”
“All right. But if it hurts you badly, I guess I can carry you a way. Or maybe we can find a hut of some trapper or something where you can stay till I bring help.”