"What do you wonder?" asked Alice, searchingly.
"Oh—nothing," Russ hesitated.
"Yes, it is something!" she insisted.
"Well, then, I was wondering if we possibly could have come down some wrong creek. There were a number of turns, you know."
"Do—do you mean, we are—lost?" faltered Ruth.
"Well, I'm afraid I do."
CHAPTER XXI
THE LONG NIGHT
Ruth began to cry quietly—she really could not help it. Alice felt like following her example, but the younger girl had the saving grace of humor. Not that Ruth actually lacked it, but it was not so near the surface, nor so easily called into action.