They met on the hill, at the place where they had found the seat already referred to.
Guy and Titcomb were the first to arrive.
“Well, Abner, what success?” asked Guy.
“None at all. I presume you have no better news to report.”
“No.”
“I wonder whether your clue—about the trees in the shape of a cross—can be depended upon?”
“If not, I shall have absolutely nothing to guide me.”
“Then let us trust that it is reliable. Well, I scanned closely every clump of trees in my wanderings, and saw nothing that answered the description.”
“Let us hope that Luke was more fortunate.”
Five minutes later Luke Clark made his appearance, coming from the west. There was an unusual expression upon his face that made Guy hopeful.