“Ready, boys?” called out the scout master.
“On deck, Hugh,” replied Don Miller, “and I suppose it wouldn’t be a bad scheme for each one of us to carry a full canteen of water along.”
“A good idea, Don,” admitted Hugh. “I have one already, you may notice, but several more can do no harm.”
As they were getting these, Hugh noticed that Peter was responding to the treatment of Arthur Cameron. He had come out of his swoon and was eagerly drinking some water from a bucket. No doubt his tongue and throat were parched from his recent experience in the burning forest.
When he realized what Hugh and his several chums meant to attempt, the bound boy started to get upon his feet.
“I’ll go along and show you,” he said, and Arthur had to catch hold of him; he was so extremely weak through exhaustion and excitement.
“No, you’re going to stay just where you are,” Arthur told him, severely. “You’re not in a fit condition to walk twenty feet.”
“But what if they couldn’t find the place?” the boy pleaded.
“We’ll get there, Peter, don’t you fear,” Jack Durham assured him.
“Every time,” added Bud Morgan.