“There’s one bad thing about this place,” grumbled Herb presently, surveying the landscape wherever his eye could travel, “there isn’t a pint of drinking-water to be seen. There may be pools here and there in that bog; but, unless we want to keel over before morning, we’d better let ’em alone. Say! could a couple of you fellows take the camp-kettle, and cruise about a bit in search of a spring?”