"Is it the first road we shall come to from here?" questioned Gif, bound to fix matters so that he could not make another mistake.
"Yes."
"Thank you. That is all we want to know."
"What are you young fellows going to do at that place?" queried the German who was on the front seat.
"We came up here for a season of hunting," answered Jack.
"The place belongs to my father and my uncle," explained Gif. "My name is Gifford Garrison."
"I see. Well, have a good time," said the man on the front seat of the sleigh. But he did not seem to be particularly pleased.
"Have you a hunting lodge around here?" questioned Fred curiously.
"No. We are just taking a little trip to visit some friends up here," answered the man on the back seat who previously had not spoken. "We shall stay only a day or two," he added. Then the man on the front seat spoke to the driver, and away they went once more, and were soon out of sight, taking the road the cadets had just been thinking of pursuing.
"Well, I'm mighty glad we met those men," declared Gif. "Now I know where I am. Thank goodness! we are not so very far out of the way after all."