"I just don't want to move," he remarked. "I feel most too good to talk; but if the rest of you have anything to say, I'll try to listen."
"What's your program?" one of the men asked. "We have food enough to take us down, going easy."
"I want two days' rest," said Andrew. "Until they're up, we'll do nothing but eat and lie about the fire and smoke."
Carnally looked up lazily.
"That sounds nice, but I'm going to locate Mappin's cache before we start."
The others began to talk to Graham, but Andrew did not know how long they continued, for he was soon fast asleep.
They broke camp on the third morning and when they crossed the neck Carnally divided the party, which had been joined by the loggers. Some he told to follow down one or two ravines at a distance, which he had not searched, and then meet the others, who would work along the ridge. Toward evening a man hailed him and Andrew from a slope some way off, and when they joined him he led them into a deep hollow. In the middle of it a small, barked fir projected from a snowy mound.
"It's the kind of place you'd break a trail up if you were trying to make the neck," the packer explained.
"It looks a good road from here," Carnally assented. "We didn't get so far along, but we'll climb up a piece."
The hollow died out into a snow slope, and when they had walked on farther they lost sight of it. Then Carnally stopped and carefully looked about.