“I’ll say it is. Then, if that’s right, we must be gaining on him a little.”
“I think we are and we want to keep our eyes peeled because he may be nearer than we think. And believe me we want to see him first.”
By five o’clock Bob calculated that they had made nearly fifteen miles since they had been trailing the little man.
“I’d sure like to know whether or not he’s going to reach where he’s going to to-night,” Bob said as he leaned against a tree and wiped his face.
“That last statement was a trifle involved but I think I get your meaning. Sorry I can’t give you the answer.”
“So am I. Are you tired?”
“Well, I’m not exactly what you’d call rested but I guess I can keep going awhile longer.”
“Well we’ll camp as soon as we come to a brook or spring.”
It was about a half hour later when Jack, who was some feet in the lead, held up his hand in warning. Bob stopped and in a moment Jack had come back to where he was waiting.
“What did you see?” Bob asked anxiously.