on, it won't hurt you."

Stacy turned a pair of resentful eyes on his companion.

"No egg water for me. I'll starve first," he answered, with more
spirit than usual.

While Walter went to the spring to help himself to the sulphur water,
Stacy stood off to view his artistic work on the bark of the tree.

"Guess--guess they'll know I've been here, anyway," he mumbled.

"That's real good stuff," announced Walter, as he returned. "I do not
feel nearly so hungry as I did before. Better try some."

Stacy made no reply to the suggestion.

When twilight came on, Walter Perkins was more alarmed than ever.
There could be no doubt now that Ned Rector had missed his way. Stacy
remained unmoved. He bedded down the mules. When he returned from
this duty he carried something bright in one hand. Walter's eyes
caught it at once.

"What have you there?" he demanded.

"Can of orange marmalade," replied Chunky, with a twinkle. "Guess it
must have been dropped out when we unloaded the pack. Good thing
there's only two of us to eat it."