"No, you're wrong," declared Bob. "It's there," and he indicated the
opposite direction.

"There, you see," remarked Jerry. "It can't be both ways. The fog has
you puzzled, just as it has me. We should have looked at the compass
when we started out. Maybe the girls can advise us."

But they, too, were equally at loss regarding in what direction San
Felicity lay.

"We'll have to drift around a bit," decided Jerry. "It's not very
pleasant, but it's better than running any chances."

In spite of their dismal situation the boys and girls managed to
extract a good deal of fun out of their experience. They laughed,
joked, told stories and sang songs.

"Well, well!" exclaimed Jerry, looking at his watch. "Here it is noon,
and we're not home for dinner."

"No, and not likely to be," added Ned rather gloomily. "I'll admit I'm
as bad as Bob this time. I want something to eat."

"Do you?" asked the stout youth.

"Sure, Chunky."

"Then, maybe you'll quit making fun of me," was Bob's answer, as, from
one of the lockers he drew out a bulky package.