"I don't know of anything else to do. We can find out where we are when we reach that lumber town where we heard the whistle blowing."
They walked along the track for all of a mile and a half and then came in sight of the lumber town, which consisted of nothing but the mill, one general store, and a dozen frame houses. It was now nearly one o'clock and the men of the mill were preparing to resume their day's labor.
"What town is this?" asked Dave, of a boy they met.
"This town is Mill Run," answered the youth.
"How far is it to Leeton?"
"About twelve miles."
"Twelve miles!" ejaculated Babcock.
"Yes, and maybe more."
"Do you know when we can get back to Leeton?"