“Perhaps. The plunderers might have thought to scare us away from camp. When they saw that wouldn’t work, they waited for us to go off on a hunt.”
“It looks natural, doesn’t it? Well, let us hope we’ll clear up the whole affair before night.”
On the two went along the lake, moving close to the shore, and examining every little cove that presented itself.
Presently they came to another creek, about the same size as that upon which the camp was situated. It was comparatively free from snow.
“They might have gone up this,” said Harry. “What do you think?”
“Perhaps. But let us continue up the lake,” returned Jack.
“Supposing you keep on, while I run up the creek a few hundred feet. If I see nothing, I’ll soon join you.”
“All right.”
Jack turned to the shore once more, and was soon out of sight. Harry proceeded up the stream, keeping his eyes open on both sides for anything that might look like the trail.
He had scarcely moved onward a hundred feet when a low cry escaped him. Stooping, he picked up the top of a coffee pot. He recognized it as belonging to the outfit of the Zero Club. He had found the trail again!