"I believe we've come far enough," I shouted back to C., and fired my rifle.
We received an almost immediate answer from a short distance to the left. Not over two hundred yards in that direction we met our camp men bearing torches, and so were escorted in triumph after a sixteen-hour day.
FOOTNOTES:
"The Land of Footprints."
Six months after I had reached home, one of these thorns worked its way out of the calf of my leg.