“We better be on our way,” Stan said.
They gathered up their things and headed into the woods with Tony leading the way. After an hour of searching and much argument between him and Arno they finally located a trail and followed it.
Stan and Allison began to suspect the boys were lost, when suddenly they came out on a knoll. Above them, silhouetted against the starlit sky, were the two square-topped peaks.
“See,” Tony said to Arno. “Now you must admit I was right.”
“You were, I am sorry I argued.”
“It’s twenty minutes to twelve,” Allison said anxiously. “How far is it to the wheat field?”
“Just a ten-minute walk,” Tony answered.
“We’ll hit it right on the minute,” Stan said eagerly. “Lead on.”
Tony led them out of the woods and into the wheat field. They checked the wind and got out their flares. Arno took one, Tony another, while Allison took the red center marker.
“Clear a space so as not to set the field of wheat on fire,” Arno warned. “I’ll show you how far to go.”