“We’re over half way there,” Bob assured him as he leaned against a tree.
Rex quickly recovered his wind and after a short rest they started off again. It was very dark and they did not dare to use the flash light for fear that it might be seen by the men.
“There they are,” Jack suddenly announced as he, being in the lead, came out onto a knoll from where he could see down the river.
The light of two lanterns was visible out on the river but a considerable distance away.
“Yes, I guess that’s they all right,” Bob agreed.
As they started off again they at once plunged into thick woods which grew close to the river’s edge. Their progress was very slow as they had to exercise great care to avoid bumping into the trees.
“This dark is thick enough to cut,” Jack said after he had stumbled over a hidden stump and had barely escaped falling headlong into the snow.
It took them nearly another hour before they reached the point opposite to where they could still see the two lights out on the water.
“Wonder how long we’ve got to wait now,” Jack growled as he sat down on a log close to the edge of the river.
“Goodness knows,” Bob replied. “But it seems as though they ought to be about through by this time. It’s nearly eleven.”