"Ten o'clock!" "Only ten o'clock!" murmured Tom.

"It seems like a week since we left Brill!" "And we haven't had supper yet," went on the youngest Rover.
"Who wants any supper ?" came from Dick.

"I'm sure I don't." "Not a mouthful, until we rescue Dora and Nellie," answered Tom.
"I'd like a drink--I'm as dry as a herring," said Sam.
"We'll look for water when we go down again," answered Dick.
Presently they descended once more, and, as a brook was handy, each drank his fill.

Then Dick turned back in the direction from which they had come.
"Now what ?" demanded Tom.
"I'm going to find out where they went, Tom.

They didn't come this far, I am sure of that." "Why ?" "Because I can't find their tracks in the road.