Long before that time the two young hunters were once more on their way. They had tramped along for fully half an hour when suddenly Jack let up a shout of joy.
"Hurrah! we've struck a road at last! Now we'll find out where we are!"
The road was little more than a trail through the woods, evidently made by the wagon or sled of some woodcutter. It ran down a slight hill, and the two boys lost no time in following it.
"I hope it brings us into Haven Point," remarked Fred, as they strode along. "I'm getting tired of walking and of carrying the shotgun. I'd rather have a ride."
"Let us be thankful to get out of the woods, Fred. We might have gotten so mixed up that we'd have had to spend another night there."
The two lads continued to follow the woods road, and presently came into sight of several farm buildings, including a corncrib and a long, low cowshed.
"Oh, for the love of doughnuts!" cried Jack an instant later. "Fred, do you know where we are?"
"No, I don't. Where?"
"Right in the back of old Lacy's place! There is his house;" and the oldest Rover boy pointed with his hand.
"You're right, Jack! Gee! we almost ran into the old man again, didn't we?" gasped Fred. "We had better get out of here as quick as we can!"