"Crickets!" he exclaimed at length. "I wonder where that road has
gone. I was not that far from it, I know. I must have traveled
about four miles since I left it, in the wrong direction at that.
Gee! It must be pretty near noon, by the way I feel." Looking at
his watch he saw it was 12 o'clock, and sat down to eat his lunch.
"Lucky I brought it along," he thought; "for, from the looks of
things, I don't know when I am going to get any more. I wonder if
the boys are waiting for me to return? Looks as though they would
have quite a wait.
"Now, which way shall I go?" he questioned when he had finished.
"There doesn't seem to be any choice in the matter, one way looks
as promising as another."
Striking off at right angles from the way he had been going he
decided to try that course for a while, but after traveling for
an hour through the underbrush, which seemed to be getting thicker
and more difficult to get through the farther he went, he again
came to a halt.
"Looks as if I was lost," he mused, "and the farther I go the more
lost I am.
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