“Wait a minute and we’ll give another shout,” said Hugh.
When they did so the response came quickly.
“Closer than before,” said Jack Durham.
“He’s getting his bearings all right!” declared Ralph.
“We must keep him posted,” added Arthur Cameron, “and I hope none of them will be burned seriously. I’m glad I brought that salve along with me. We found it good at other times to take the fire out of burns.”
Each time they sent out that cheering shout it seemed as though the reply came from a point nearer at hand.
“He’s coming right along,” declared Billy.
“Another call or so ought to do the business,” Ned Twyford told them.
“Poor chap,” Harold ventured, “it’s enough to scare any one, just the thought of being lost in a forest afire.”
All of them were scanning the smoky edge of the woods as if they fully expected to see a party of childish figures issue forth and hasten toward them. It was a very exciting moment, and one those boys would not soon forget.