"We can give 'em a pistol shot, Phil."
"Why, to be sure! How foolish I was, not to think of it!"
"I'll fire a shot," said Roger, and brought out his weapon.
To the first shot there was no reply, but when a second was discharged both Abe Blower and Tom Dillon were seen to turn around. Then the boys commenced to wave their hands vigorously.
"They see us!" exclaimed Dave, half a minute later. They saw the two old miners wave their hands in return, and Abe Blower discharged his pistol.
"See, they are doing some kind of signalling!" cried Phil, a little later.
All watched with interest. They saw that Abe Blower had taken up a long bit of brushwood and was waving it in a circle to the northwestward.
"They want us to come around in that direction!" said Roger. "Don't you think so, Dave?"
"That's the way it strikes me," was our hero's reply. "See, what is left of the trail is in that direction. But, my! how the whole face of the mountain is changed!"
"Not much trail left!" grumbled Phil. "If we are not careful we'll break our necks reaching them!"