We're too near the camp.

I want to talk with you where we're not so likely to be interfered with by people who have too much curiosity." "If that means me," quoth Tom Reade inwardly, "the shoe fits to a nicety." Tom followed the pair for a little way, with a stealth that was born in him for the present need.

Then the plotters stepped into a rocky, open gully, where the cub engineer could not have followed without being seen.
"Oh, dear! I never wanted to follow anyone as much in my life!" groaned Reade in his disappointment.
There was nothing to do but to go back.

Then, too, with a guilty start, Tom remembered the great need of ice for poor, fever-tossed, big-hearted Bill Blaisdell, who had been so kind to the two cubs from the hour of their arrival in the field camp.
Just as he stepped into the camp area Tom espied Jack Rutter, who also saw him and came quickly forward.
"I've been looking everywhere for you, Reade," said Rutter, in a tone that was close to carrying reproach with it.
"I've been absent on real business, Rutter," Tom answered, with a flush, nevertheless.

"Mr.Blaisdell must have ice a lot of it." "Great Scott! Where shall we find it in these mountains in midsummer ?" Rutter demanded.
"We've got to have it, haven't we ?" Tom urged.