CHAPTER VIII
THE COMPASS
“STRANGE that you fellows never forget to ask for your meals,” said Jack Frost tartly. “Your memory never fails you there.”
“Let us not waste time scolding them,” said Nimbus. “The important thing is to find where the Equator and the Evening Star have gone.”
“Very true,” said Jack Frost. “We’ll establish headquarters immediately, and send out scouts.”
Then he led the way to a little clump of palms which was at the foot of a hill just below them.
The Meteors, like a great flock of fireflies, followed along in their wake, and when they stopped they lined up for orders.
“Now,” said Nimbus, addressing them, “how many points of the compass are there?”
“It depends entirely on the compass,” said one of the Meteors.
“He’s right,” said Jack Frost. “A large compass would have more points than a small one. There’s more room on it.”