"No, but it seems kind of lonesome. I'm glad there's three of us. Oh, jiminy, look at those hills."
The scene was indeed such as to make the mightiest man feel insignificant.
The map showed a road which led to Haverstraw, and this the boys decided to follow until they should find a convenient spot in which to bivouac for the night. It followed the Hudson, sometimes running along the very brink with the mighty highlands rising above it and sometimes running between hills which shut the river from their view.
"Hark," said Tom. "What did I tell you! Thunder!"
A low, distant rumble sounded, and as they paused in the gathering darkness, listening, a little fitful gust blew Pee-wee's hat off.
"We're going to get a good dose of it," said Tom. "I've been smelling it for the last hour; look at those trees."
The leaves were blowing this way and that.
"We should worry," said Roy. "Didn't I tell you we might have to get our feet wet? This is a risky bus——"
"Shut up!" said Pee-wee.
They had walked not more than a quarter of a mile more when they came upon a stretch of road which was very muddy, with a piece of lowland bordering it. It was too dark to see clearly, but in the last remnant of daylight the boys could just distinguish a small, peculiar looking structure in the middle of this vast area.