“I guess I had a nightmare,” answered Andy, sheepishly. “What time is it?”
“Just getting daylight.”
“Then I am going to get up, eat a little breakfast, and start on another search for those papers.”
“Sure—and I’ll go along.”
The boys arose as quietly as possible, and dressing, went to the kitchen and prepared their morning meal of wheat cakes and a small moose steak, and coffee. They were just finishing the repast when Professor Jeffer showed himself.
“Up early, I see,” he said, with a smile.
“We are going to look for those papers again,” explained Chet.
“To be sure. Well, I trust you find them, although I am afraid you will have quite a search.”
The sun was just peering over the trees to the eastward when the two lads left the cabin. It promised to be a clear day. It was intensely cold, and the wind still blew, although not so hard as during the day and the night gone by.
Andy took the lead, and each boy strained his eyes to catch sight of anything that might look like the documents. Once Andy saw something at a distance, and ran to it with a rapidly beating heart. But it was nothing but a strip of birch bark, and again his heart sank.