“I will take charge of the watch and money,” said Mr. Cooper, “and when we reach any point where it is possible, I will send them on to their friends in Taunton, for that appears to have been their home.”
“What about the wagon, father?”
“We must leave it. We have all we can do in transporting our own.”
A grave was dug, and the three bodies were deposited therein. Tom looked sober, for he couldn’t help asking himself, “Suppose this should be our fate!”
He quietly examined the wagon to see if he could find any provisions, but there was not a scrap, or crust to be found.
“It was as I thought,” he whispered to Grant. “The poor wretches died of starvation.”
A week later the same problem confronted them.
“Grant,” said Tom, “I have been examining our food supply, and find that we have only enough to last us two days.”
Grant looked startled.
“And then?” he asked.