"That's just what they've done." "Oh--dry up!" Greg retorted.
"If they ain't back here in another hour you fellows will feel the same way I do about it," Hen Dutcher predicted stubbornly.
Dick Prescott made no answer, though, truth to tell, he was beginning to worry inwardly.

A mishap in the forest, on this bitterly freezing morning, would be no simple matter..