“It does not!”
“Give him a chance, boys,” interposed Mr. Hatfield. “The place Red’s looking for may be up the ravine from here.”
“That’s right,” Red agreed quickly. “This doesn’t look like the place at all.”
“Well, lead us to it then,” urged Fred. “That’s all we’re waiting for.”
Considerably let-down, Red turned to the left, picking his way along the edge of the ravine. At intervals, he paused to scan the walls and shelf of rock.
“Hey, my feet hurt!” Chips presently complained. “How much farther do we walk?”
Red halted, gazing at Mr. Hatfield in despair.
“It’s no use, I guess. I never came this far last night.”
“I’m afraid we’ll have to give up the search for this afternoon,” the cubmaster said regretfully. “We can try again sometime, Red.”
The Cub made no reply, but was sunk in gloom. Well he knew that the other boys would make life miserable for him, twitting him about his vivid imagination.