"Well, you know we may never see each other again."
Ned took his chum's hand.
"Alan," he said, "we were not born to lose ourselves in the woods,
much less to die there. We'll meet again all right. Don't you have
any fears on that point. But if we shouldn't, I won't care for
amethysts or pearls. If I don't see you again it'll be because I'm
beyond the need of those things."
There were handshakes and cheering, good wishes, and the relief
section was off.
"Elmer," said Alan, after the two had been trailing through the
trees Indian fashion some time, "it is daylight at four o'clock and
dark at seven--that's fifteen hours. Can you walk two miles an
hour?"
"Sho'ly," smiled Elmer, showing his white teeth.
"Well, that's thirty miles a day. If we could do that for four days
we'd be in Clarkeville!"
"Claikeville in fo' days it am den," echoed Elmer, "or bust."
"We've got six soup tablets. If we dine on one at ten o'clock in
the morning and one at seven o'clock in the evening we'll have
regular meals for three days."
"And de las' day we won't need none, we'll be in such a hurry,"
added the colored boy, happy again in Ned's company.
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