“It wouldn’t do us any good if we did see some deer,” said Randy. “It’s out of season to shoot them.”
“That’s true.”
On and on went the six boys, deeper and deeper into the forest. The trail which was fairly well defined led up a small hill, and here they came to an opening from which they could see for several miles around.
“Here is a pretty good view of the lake,” observed Spouter. “And see! There are some rowboats!”
“Wonder if they are the rowboats belonging to the Longley boys,” remarked Jack.
“There is a motor-boat off to the north,” said Randy. “I suppose that’s one of the boats belonging to Beldane. I understand they have several of them up at the hotel.”
Having rested for a short while on the hill, they took up the trail once more and plunged down into the forest on the other side. Here, after only a few rods had been covered, they found the trail spreading into three forks.
“Now, then, which fork shall we follow?” questioned Jack.
“Don’t ask me,” answered Gif. “You know as much about it as I do.”