For all of their situation, they ate heartily, and, breakfast over, they felt better. Then they sat and talked the matter over a while, finally deciding to make an effort to get somewhere, and trust to fortune. With the aid of the pieces of rope, they tied the provisions into bundles, which were easily carried, and before long they struck out. Barney trusted everything to Frank who took the lead, and they headed for what seemed to be an outlet to the valley, away to the west. During the next five days the boys passed through a few adventures, none of which, however, have any bearing on this story. They wandered round and round amid the mountains, finally coming back to the valley from which they had started. This was discouraging, but they started over again, and they finally came to a narrow cut that seemed to lead into the very heart of the mountain that loomed before them. "We will try it," said Frank, leading the way. They passed through the cut, after traveling many miles, and came into a vast basin, with mountains looming on every hand. "Pwhat do yez think, me b'y?" asked the Irish lad. "It is not easy to tell what to think," was the reply. "However, I fear we are in Water Pocket Canyon." "Phwat about Water Pocket Canyon?" "It is said to be fifty miles in length to ten or fifteen in width, and to have no outlets." "Well, this can't be th' place, me b'y, fer it has an outlet roight here." "But one that would not be easy to find, and so it might go forth there were no outlets to the place." "Begorra! it looks loike we naded Profissor Scudmore's floying-machane to git out av this scrape." "It does look that way. We seem to be getting tangled more and more. All we can do is to make the attempt to get out." "Av this is Warter Pocket Canyon, we may not be able to foind this pass if we lave it." "We will mark the spot some way." "How?" "That is the question. Wait till I find a way." It was not easy, but Frank finally decided that he could tell the mountain through the base of which the pass had seemed to wind. Then they went into the wild and picturesque valley, while Frank continued to look back at intervals in order to impress the appearance of the mountain on his mind. That night they camped beside a little stream that bubbled out from beneath the base of a cliff, and it was found that their stock of provisions was getting very low, even though they had preserved it as far as possible by shooting and cooking wild game. "We have got to get out av here soon, Frankie," said the Irish boy, soberly. Frank nodded. "That is evident; but we are doing our best, and so we can do no better." Frank was somewhat disheartened, but he did not wish Barney to know it, and so he pretended to be cheerful. Darkness settled over the canyon, and the light of a tiny fire shone on the faces of the young adventurers.