“Why, it’s a light, sure!” said the other, almost immediately.
“You’re right it is, Bob!”
“But not a camp fire, Frank; it looks to me as if it came out of a window in a cabin of some sort,” continued the Kentucky lad, steadily, knowing that his chum wished to learn what he thought, so as to discover whether he were making any advance in woodcraft.
“Just what it is,” declared Frank; “and we’ve got to find out who is in that same cabin.”
CHAPTER XVII
THE LONE SHACK
“Well,” said Bob, “I’m glad for one thing; the job will soon be over, and then we can get a little rest.”
Frank chuckled at this, upon which his chum hastily continued:
“Now, don’t think I’m sorry I came, because I’m not. Nothing could have hired me to stay below there, while you and Mr. Riley were doing things up here. All the same, I admit that I’m some tired, and when we’re through with the job I’ll throw up my hat and yell.”
“So will I, Bob,” replied Frank, seriously; “on condition that we meet success in our hunt. But here’s Mr. Riley, ready to do some more climbing; so we’d better put off talking till after we’ve done something worth while.”
After that broad hint Bob remained as “dumb as a clam,” as he himself would have expressed it.