"I had an order for them two years ago," he said. "When they came in, the customer had left town. I kept them anyway."
The morning mail had brought no letter from Fellows. So Vincent and Duncan set out for Rocky Summit.
Reaching the highest point on Mountain Pike, they turned up a side road and reached the path that led up the mountain. Very few persons made the ascent; the climb was not difficult, but the mountain was infested with rattlesnakes. The young men wore leather puttees and carried long sticks.
They found that the top of the mountain formed an excellent lookout. In a short while, they located the top of their cottage. The cabin on Seth Wilkinson's property could not be seen because of the trees.
"That's the trouble," observed Bruce. "We're looking down at an angle. I can't even see the Ridge Road."
"There's a portion of it, where it leaves the pike."
"Yes. That's plain enough. Look there, Harry. What's that below the road — that old gray building?"
Harry adjusted the glasses.
"It looks like a mass of ruins," he said. "There's a little white building alongside of it."
Duncan took the field glasses and made observations.