“What will we do, then—go fishing?” demanded Nat.
“I have an idea that it would be fun to take a trip back over the mountain,” went on Jack. “We’ve never been in that direction.”
“It’s quite a climb,” said Bony as he looked up the immense hill, at the foot of which they were camped.
“I know it, but Long Gun says there’s a good trail, and we can go on our horses and take it easy. What do you say?”
“I say let’s go,” put in Will. “I heard there was some sort of a camp over there, and maybe I could get a trace of my uncle.”
“Then we’ll go,” decided Jack. “What sort of a camp is it?”
“I don’t know exactly. I met a man during my wanderings who told me he had been delivering supplies at a camp over on the eastern slope of Rattlesnake Mountain. This is Rattlesnake Mountain, isn’t it?”
“That’s the name it goes by,” said Jack. “But what sort of supplies did he take?”
“That’s the queer part of it. He couldn’t tell. They were in boxes, and he was never allowed to go very close to the camp. He always had to halt quite a way off, leave his stuff and drive away.”