“On our own, you mean?” asked Chot.
“Sure! Why not? If we tell Uncle Tod he may only laugh and say we can’t do it.”
“And if we tell Sam he’ll only look over his shoulder and say a ghost will get us,” chuckled Chot. “Yes, I guess we’d better go on our own. But we’ll take Ruddy, of course?” he questioned.
“Oh, sure!” exclaimed Rick.
The two boys bent over the drawing Rick had made. It appeared as shown on next page.
“Can you understand it?” asked Rick.
“Sure—most of it,” answered Chot. “Here’s our camp, and the flume where they used to wash out the pay dirt when they had water.”
“Lost River came from the tunnel, as I have drawn it,” went on Rick, “and the dotted lines show where it used to run in the tunnel. I’ve left off the top of the tunnel so you could see what I mean.”
RICK DALTON’S MAP