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 His guide was lost in admiration at his quick, businesslike way of grasping and phrasing the suggestion.

"Ever been lost yourself? Tried it?" pursued the other.

"Yes. Not here. Adirondacks. Would have been pretty serious but for my remembrance of this bit of woodcraft. I learned it from Stewart White."

"White? Stewart? Boston? I don't know him," returned the lost-and-found-one briefly. He leaned against the rock and seemed to be chewing and digesting the idea which had just been presented to him, finding in it unsuspected papulum. There came a little intent scowl on his rubicund but no longer dripping brow as he explored the unwonted track of metaphor in his practical mind.

"I like that." He took up the cud of the advice and set his teeth in it again. "I like that idea. It has sense because you can get lost in more places than the woods." He spoke with staccato pauses of reflection.