"We had better go back, fellows."
"Not yet," protested Nat; "we have plenty of time."
"It's more than half-past four, and we have miles and miles to go—just think of the distance."
"Well, perhaps you may be right, Somers."
"Where is that last tree you spoiled, Nat?" asked Kirk, after they had started to retrace their steps.
"Ha, ha!" laughed Nat. "Oh, you lot of greenies. Do you suppose I kept up that foolish trick? I just banged away a bit. Now, if anybody can find a mark, he'll deserve a prize."
The Nimrods laughed loudly.
"My eye! That's a good one!" roared Hackett.
"I'll bet we don't get back to camp to-night, then," exclaimed Tom Clifton.
Bob smiled good-naturedly.