"To be sure. You will find it in my dufflebag."
Walter ran to the bag, returning with the map, which they straightened out on a rock, placing four small stones on the corners to keep the map open.
"There is the southern line of the government preserves," said Tad, pointing.
"About where are we now?" asked Rector.
"I should say about here," answered Butler, laying a finger on a dark spot on the map.
"Here is Smoky Bald, here is the pass in which we are encamped, and yonder is the rise of ground over which we came on our way from Hunt's Corners. According to my reckoning, we must be a good twenty-five or thirty miles to the south of the government line. I guess we've got our friend now."
"He's a scoundrel!" cried the Professor.
"He is. He must be," declared Tad. "But, what have the men in mind?"
"That remains to be seen," replied the Professor. "Perhaps their only object is to get rid of us, and perhaps—"
"Perhaps they are planning some crooked business," finished Butler. "What have you decided to do, Professor?"