"You stay here while I take a little look around," said Jack Wumble, presently. "I may learn somethin' wuth knowin'."
"But don't get lost, Jack," cautioned Dick.
"I'll be careful," was the answer.
The old miner was gone less than ten minutes when he set up a shout.
"What have you found?" asked Dick, quickly.
"Here's a signboard," was the reply. "I reckon as how there's a trail here. It says somethin', but I can't make it out."
"Let's light a torch," suggested Sam, and this was done. They brushed the snow from the signboard and read the following, printed in crude letters:
10 mILes to Sublers sTORes
Below this lettering was a crude drawing of a hand pointing up the lake.
"Subler's Stores!" cried the old miner. "I've heard o' that place. It's quite a depot for supplies. If we could only git thar we'd be all right."