“We are starting for that sable gentleman in earnest this time,” said the elder, “and what’s more, we’re going to get him. You can bet your last dollar on that. I’ve got a hunch to that effect.”
“You are likely to run into a row with the Professor,” said Hunter.
“Nothing would suit me better; I have had so much experience while in camp in dealing with cranks that I understand ’em.”
With good wishes the parties separated as on the day before, and once more Dick Hamilton sent the canoe skimming toward the extremity of the lake He would not permit Harvey to take the paddle, for he was less skillful. The minutes were important.
“Keep watch for that lunatic, Harv, and leave the rest to me.”
The younger not only scanned the sky to the south, but studied the mountainous country ahead. The greater part of the distance had been passed when he uttered an excited exclamation.
“What is it?” asked Dick, holding his paddle suspended and glancing over his shoulder.
“Take a look at that pile of rocks where you went yesterday and let me know what you see.”
Dick laid down the paddle and leveled the instrument. A moment later he called out:
“I’ll be hanged! It’s Bunk and no mistake!”