This statement seemed to arouse Jack's faculties completely. He did not continue his remark, but said:
"That's our first job; isn't it?"
"What's our first job?" asked the hunter.
"To get a light. We can't find the flying machine, nor get back to Roebach's camp, without light. Why, it can't be more than mid-afternoon, yet it's as dark as a stack of black cats in a coal-chute."
"And that's where I feel as though I'd been," declared Mark.
"Where?"
"Fighting the cats in the coal-hole. Ouch! I'm lame and sore all over."
"We're sure up against it," repeated Andy. "But there must be some way out, boys."
"Light is the first requisite," agreed Jack, more cheerfully. "Got any matches, Andy?"
"Plenty of 'em in a corked flask. I don't ever travel without matches, son," returned the old hunter.