Up at least half a dozen streams they went, only to meet with disappointment.
The forenoon was well-nigh spent, when they returned to the place of their last entrance, and again started around the hill.
Presently they came to a stream which was formed of two smaller ones; one upon each side of a spur in the hill.
"Now, Snowdrop," said Jehiel, "you go up one, and I will the other. We'll save time in that way, and if I find the falls I will fire my rifle—then you can come to me. If you find them first then you can fire yours. And if we don't neither one of us find it, then we'll meet ag'in here."
Snowdrop still carried her father's rifle, and she consented to the hunter's plan, and at once began the ascent of the stream.
Jehiel had been fortunate enough to find the falls, and was about to discharge his rifle, when he heard the voice of the scout:
"Don't do that, Jehiel! Get in here as soon as you can."
"But, Lew, I told the little gal I'd shoot my gun off if I found you first."
"Oh, fudge! What did she come along for?" ejaculated the scout.
"You'll find out when she sees you," replied Jehiel.