"We may, later on. Just now it's our business to get some supper; and
hot or not, I'm going to make a cooking fire back of this big boulder,
where nobody could ever glimpse the blaze."
"Did you say coffee?" remarked Bob. "All right, I'll go you, old
fellow. I feel a little that way myself, and that's no yarn."
So Frank got things started, and it was not a great while before the
coffee pot was bubbling as merrily as ever, with that appetizing odor
wafting from it.
The darkness kept on increasing while they ate. An hour later it was
very black all around them, and Bob viewed the possibility of their
venturing into the unknown perils around them with anything but a
comfortable feeling.
It was just when he was wondering whether Frank would not conclude to
remain in the safe position they occupied that he heard his comrade
give a sharp cry.
"What have you discovered, Frank?" asked Bob, starting to get up.
"A light up the side of the mountain yonder," replied the other, "and,
Bob, perhaps if we could only manage to climb up there, we'd learn
something worth while. The question is, have we the nerve to try it?"
CHAPTER XII
LOSING THEIR BEARINGS
Bob chose to consider this a direct challenge.
"I expect that it would be queer if we didn't make some sort of effort
to find out what the light means. Where is it, Frank?" he remarked,
with perfect coolness.
"Well, it must have gone out while you were speaking, Bob, as sure as
anything," the other replied.
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