“About ten miles, I should judge.”
“Can we make it to-day?”
“That’s up to you. We’ve got about three hours of daylight left.”
“Well, if you’ll let me have one more of those sandwiches I’ll make a big stab at it.”
“All right. But you eat it slowly.”
“Which way would you say it is?” Bob asked as they were about to start.
Rex looked about a moment and then pointed.
“You’d have to go just twenty-five thousand miles in that direction to get there,” Bob laughed.
“Then let’s go the other way by all means.”
They struck off through the forest. Bob, knowing that Rex was already tired, set a slow pace. To tell the truth, he was pretty tired himself, but he was more used to tramping through the woods. Still they made good time and it was only partly dark when Bob announced that it was only about a mile more to the camp.