"The worst is yet to come!"
"Doesn't that look like the moon coming up?" asked Sandy an hour
later as they came to a slope which gradually led up to the hills.
"That's the moon, all right!" replied Thede. "But it won't do much
good if we keep on walking under the trees. We ought to be home
now."
"Does the moon rise in the south?" asked Sandy,
"There's no knowing what will take place in this part of the
country," answered Thede. "Me for little old Chicago right soon!"
"I think it's about time we headed for Chicago," Sandy agreed.
"When a couple of Boy Scouts who are supposed to be in their right
minds climb a tree to get away from bears who are so busy eating
stolen fish that they don't know there is a boy within a hundred
miles, I think it is about time they headed for civilization."
"What did you mean about the moon rising in the south?" asked Thede.
"Well," Sandy answered, "it looks to me as if there were two moons
rising, one in the east and one in the south!"
There certainly was a light growing far up on the hills. In a
moment the Indian came back to the boys and pointed out the strange
illumination.
"Fire there!" he said.
"What do you think it means?" asked Thede.
"Heap campfire!" was the reply.
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