It was a beautiful sight from the top of Lookout Point and both boys enjoyed it very much. They secured a good place to rest, and did not attempt to eat anything until twenty minutes later.
"What a spot for a summer hotel," said Harry. "It's a wonder some capitalists haven't come up here."
"It's too far from the railroads, Harry. But some day you'll see a road in this vicinity, and then things will boom."
The boys had hoped to catch sight of the hounds, but try their best, they could not locate the others.
"They are in the shade somewhere," said Harry. "And I don't blame them, for this sun is rather hot."
They ate their lunch leisurely and washed it down with water from a spring not far away. They also washed their faces and hands and this refreshed them not a little.
"Five minutes more and it will be time to start," declared Harry, as he consulted his watch for the fifth time. "Let us get all of our things together. We don't want to lose a minute."
"Not much! we start on the stroke of one!" cried Link, and did as suggested.
They had already mapped out the return trip, and when the hands of Harry's watch pointed to exactly one o'clock they set off, first at a walk and then almost on a run—across the top of the mountain and down the southern slope.
"I would like to know how close they are," said Link, a little later. "Do you think they have gained the top of the mountain yet?"