Jack scrambled down from the tree with his face actually cheerful. The prospect of a meal had put new life into him.
"Follow me!" he said. "I don't think it can be more than a mile away."
CHAPTER XVI. — THE SHEPHERD'S HUT.
Not feeling their fatigue so much now that they were buoyed up by the hope of shelter and food, the two boys plodded on. The way was at times difficult, and there was no glimpse of the light which Jack had seen from the tree-top.
"Do you think you are on the right track, Jack?" asked Harry anxiously.
"Yes, I feel sure of it," answered the young sailor.
"It would be very unlucky if we had wandered from the right direction."
"Yes, I should feel like lying down and giving up, but I am sure I am right."