He held out the compass, the tiny needle vibrating as the instrument rested in his hand. Cora was enough of a navigator to see that Jack was right.
“Well, the only thing to do is to keep on,” she said. “But I should think, by this time, we’d be somewhere near the camp.”
“Oh, not yet!” declared Jack. “We’ve got miles and miles yet to go!”
“You horrid creature!” cried Bess. “Oh, my feet!”
“This is the best exercise for reducing you could have,” laughed Paul. “Come on, I’ll race you.”
“Run? Never!” wailed the plump one. “I can only hobble.”
They tramped on. The afternoon shadows were lengthening now, and Cora’s face wore a somewhat anxious look. They entered another patch of woodland, and as they emerged into a clearing Cora cried:
“Look at the sun!”
“What’s the matter with it?” Belle demanded. “I think that is a perfectly good sun.”
“But it’s in front of us,” said Cora. “It’s in front of us!”