“Pretty hard to say,” Bob replied, “But it must be all of five miles, maybe more.”
“Where’s father?”
“He and Jacques went the other way,” Jack told her. “You see, we had no way of knowing which way you had gone so we divided forces.”
“Can you find the way back?”
“I’m not so sure about that,” Bob answered.
“Then—then you think we’re lost?”
“Don’t you fret about that,” Jack hastened to reassure her. “We can find the way all right as soon as it gets light.” He meant that he might not be able to do it in the dark.
“Oh.” It was evident that she was much relieved.
“It’ll be light in about three hours,” Bob told them. “Now, had we better camp here or try to find it in the dark?”
“I’m lost,” Jack confessed. “Haven’t the least idea which way home is. How about you?”