"Yes," replied George foolishly. "I must have dropped behind Grant and
Zeke. We were pretty well spread out here anyway."
"How long ago did it happen?"
"About fifty years, I should judge by my feelings," replied George dryly.
"I fancy it really was about an hour or two."
"Why didn't Grant and Zeke come back and look for you?"
"Perhaps they did. They may have passed the place without knowing that I
was anywhere near. But how is it that you are here alone? Where are String
and Pete?"
"That's what I don't know," said Fred.
"What do you mean?"
"Just what I say, I haven't the slightest idea where they are."
"Where did you leave them?"
"Way back near the entrance of Thorn's Gulch. We stopped in the middle of
the day yesterday and after we had eaten our luncheon I began to make some
investigations of my own. That's the last I've seen of either Pete or Jack
and besides I haven't had a mouthful to eat since yesterday noon."
"You haven't?" exclaimed George. "I'm afraid we can't do anything for you
until we find Grant and Zeke. They have most of the supplies. Let me get
into my pack and see what I've got.
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