"We'll get out of this scrape as we have out of
a lot of others. At the worst, it's only a matter of having to
wait till daylight. We're worth a dozen dead men yet. At any rate
we've got grub with us, so that there's no danger of our
starving."
"How about freezing to death?" said Tom, who was always inclined
to see the dark side of things.
"We won't do that either," replied Frank. "That is, if we keep
moving, and that's what we've got to do. It may not get us
anywhere, but at least it will keep the blood circulating. Then
too, there's the odd chance of our stumbling upon some hut or
other where we can find some kind of shelter."
"Better let me go first, then," put in Bart. "I'm good at
stumbling. In fact it's my long suit."
They all laughed and felt better.
"We don't know where we're going, but we're on the way," sang out
Billy, as they began to trudge forward.
They had plenty of rations with them, and they munched some food
as they went along. It was cold comfort, but it was comfort just
the same.
"Oh, you hot coffee!" murmured Billy, and at the picture that he
conjured up the others groaned.
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