"
"We can't stem this advance with spring water," Harry said; "we'd need a
reservoir. Come on!"
"But if we could find the spring," Will said, "we could follow the trickle
and get into a brook lower down. How are we going to find our way down the
other side of the mountain. It's worse than this side. The west side of the
mountain is always worse."
"The fire won't climb down as fast is it climbs up," Harry panted; "it
doesn't work that way. The mountain itself acts as a wind shield. We've
got to get over the top blamed quick. I'll find a way down. Don't let's
waste time here!"
Will just said, "The best trail in the world is a brook. It goes the
quickest way. If it takes us fifteen minutes to find the spring, even then
it's best. It's better than getting lost. The brook knows it's way and we
don't. Water is a scout."
"Who says so?" Harry said, kind of impatient.
"Kit Carson said so," Will said.
"Well, I guess you're a pretty good scout, too," Harry said; "hike around,
only _hustle!_" In about two minutes we found the spring, about a hundred
feet from the house.
"Lucky it's there," one of those new fellows said.
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