"Let us go a bit further," returned his brother. "Then if we don't see anything, we may as well go back to the lake."
"Hark!"
They listened intently and at a distance heard a crashing in the brushwood.
"That sounded as if somebody had jumped across the brook, Tom!"
"Just what I should say, Sam. Come on!"
Again they went forward, a distance of thirty or forty yards. At this point the path seemed to dwindle down to little or nothing.
"We have come to the end of the trail," was Tom's comment, as he gazed around sharply.
"Do you see anything?" queried his brother.
"Nothing much. One or two of the bushes over yonder seem to be brushed aside and broken."
"What do you think we had best do now?"