"You can search me!" responded the other boy. "If this sort of business keeps on I shall wish, with Wash, that we'd never come to Alaska."
"You can wish it with me!" grumbled Mark. "Washington doesn't want to get back to Maine any more than I do right now, Jack."
"We must complete the repairing of the Snowbird," gasped Jack.
"And where are the rods—and the plane frame? And where are the lights?"
They held on to each other in the darkness of this over-shadowed hollow and neither boy was willing to speak for a moment. Then Andy Sudds staggered to them.
"I've lost my gun!" he ejaculated, with a quaver in his voice that was quite surprising.
"And we've lost our lamps; but we'll find 'em, Andy," said Jack Darrow, curiously enough becoming leader of the expedition right then, instead of the man. It wasn't that the old hunter was frightened; merely, he did not know what to do in this emergency.
"Do you notice—?" began Jack, seriously, and then stopped.
"Do I notice what, son?" responded Andy.
"I don't see how you can notice anything without a light," interrupted
Mark querulously.