Well, one step at a time.

We'll just repack this, so that we can move on to the cabin as soon as it's light enough.

I don't think it can be far." Daylight came and showed them that the cabin was no more than a long pistol shot away.

Johnny looked at Cliff queerly.

City man he might be--city man he certainly looked and acted and talked, but he did not appear to rely altogether upon signposts and street-corner labels to show him his way about.