There was nothing for it but to camp on the spot, and this was done. In a little pocket among the crags a sheltered spot was found.
They had brought some provisions with them and were enabled to make a good meal. Then they stretched themselves out upon the ground and slept.
How long they slept they knew not, but when they awoke it was to find a peculiar state of affairs. A heavy mist hung over the mountains and rain was falling slowly.
It was evident that the storm was at hand, and for a moment Frank was nonplussed. He knew the peril of their situation at once.
The difficulty was to proceed on their journey in the dense fog.
It would be almost impossible to tell where they were going. It was impossible to get accurate bearings.
It would be just as difficult to find their way back to the Scorcher. Here was a predicament.
What was to be done?
There seemed no other way than to remain where they were until after the storm should pass. How long this would be it was impossible to guess.
Now, to Frank, this was especially irritating, for he knew that time was valuable. He was exceedingly impatient.