“You have scarcely felt the pinch,” Lisle informed him. “The two things are farinaceous stuff and sugar. No doubt, it will occur to you that Vernon might have taken a can or two of meat; but that’s not likely.”
“If you’re right about the longing for flour and sweet-stuff, it’s a strong point,” Nasmyth declared. “Where did you learn the fact?”
Lisle looked at Jake, and the packer smiled in a significant manner.
“He’s right,” he vouched. “We know.”
“Then,” continued Lisle, indicating the sugar bag, which had been wrapped in a waterproof sheet, “can you imagine a starving man, in desperate haste, making up this package as it was when we found it?”
“No,” admitted Nasmyth; “it’s most improbable.”
Somewhat to his astonishment, the usually taciturn Jake broke in.
“You’re wasting time! Vernon never struck this cache—he told the folks at the post so. Worked with him once trail-cutting—what that man said goes!”
“You never told me you knew Vernon!” exclaimed Lisle.
“Quite likely,” Jake drawled. “It didn’t seem any use till now.”