"Not everything. Do you see anybody?"
"No. But I—hark!"
Dale raised his hand, and both became silent. From a room on the other side of the lodge came a murmur of voices.
"Did you see anybody around, Ducrot?"
"Nobody is near de place," was the answer. "I look around verra good."
"It is Baptiste Ducrot!" exclaimed Dale, in a low voice. "I am sure he is here for no good."
"Who is with him?"
"I don't know, but he isn't a Frenchman."
Both young lumbermen left the window and took their way with the horses to a summer-house standing a short distance away. Here their steeds were tied up, out of sight of the lodge.
"I am going to investigate this," said Dale. "Did you know Ducrot had left the camp?"