"Precious lot of good they'll do us," returned Walter.
"And we've got the food and--and I don't have to build a fire,
either," added the fat boy.
"Yes, we have some things to be thankful for, that's a fact," laughed
Tad. "My idea is that the Professor, finding the men had just left
here, has hurried on to overtake them. I don't think we have any
reason to worry."
"Then we had better stay right here," answered Ned.
"Yes. That is all we can do for the present."
"Think we had better unpack?"
Tad considered the matter briefly.
"I think we had better wait a little while," he decided.
"I think you are right. I hope we don't have to. We have enough food
in our pockets to keep us going until night and--"
"Don't we get anything to eat until night?" wailed Chunky.
"Not unless you can browse," retorted Ned. "There's plenty of green
stuff hereabouts."
"You can eat with the mules if you wish to. I don't."
"Might as well keep the fire up," decided Tad, gathering up a fresh
supply of green stuff which he dumped on the graying ashes. "The
smoke will help the Professor to find us quickly when he comes back."
"What if he shouldn't come back?" asked Walter, with sudden
apprehension.
"Oh, he will. Don't worry about that. You can't lose the Professor."
The boys laughed, then settled down to make the best of their
situation, whiling away the time with jest and stories.
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