"With that water? I'd rather wait until we get to the river."
"Well, let's take something, anyhow. I am mighty hungry. Funny we didn't think of it before."
"Now for our direction. Do you think we can strike the river at the right place?"
"I'll be perfectly satisfied if we strike the river anywhere."
"Then why not go directly north, and we can reach it a mile or two sooner than the way we are now going."
"Good idea! Here we go!"
It was a lucky thing that they decided to take a different course from the river, because they soon discovered that the ridge they were on ran for a long distance almost directly north, and that the woods were not nearly so dense as they were in the course they had followed.
At frequent intervals they came upon new game, and brought down a number of additional specimens, until Harry protested against any further stopping.
"It seems to me we have enough to last a week, and it is getting mighty heavy at this end of the pole."
"Well, it does seem to be an awful distance over to the river. Are you sure we aren't mixed up in the direction?"