They had stopped again for a breathing spell and Bob, in spite of his efforts to conceal it, was breathing heavily.
"You no so strong you tink, eh?" Lucky asked anxiously.
"Oh, I'm all right only I seem to get out of wind rather easily," Bob asserted.
"We tak' heem more easy."
"All right. You're the boss."
"We've made about two miles don't you think?" Jack asked, turning to Lucky.
"'Bout."
"Then I suppose we're apt to run into that cabin most any time now."
"Mebby."
But another long mile lay before them before they came to the end of their search. Bob was again in the lead and he suddenly stopped and held up one hand as a signal for the others to come to a halt.