“Just when we’re in a hurry!”
“What’s that?” Sandy said suddenly.
“Where?”
“Behind you.”
Mike swiveled and made a grab for something lying on the ground. With a sheepish grin he tried to tuck it into the folds of his bedroll.
Sandy laughed when he saw what it was. “That looks suspiciously like a sandwich wrapped in waxed paper.”
“Wrong again,” Mike said cheerfully. “It’s two sandwiches. I thought we might get a little hungry.”
Sandy shook his head admiringly. “Remind me never to go into the grocery business with you. You’d eat up all the profits before ...”
But Mike wasn’t listening. He was staring down at a colorful patch of red-checked cloth draped over a rock about three feet off the trail.
“What’s the matter?” Sandy asked.