“And which is Musquacook Lake?” Jack asked. “That’s the main question just now.”
Bob pulled the map from his pocket, and getting a firm seat on a big limb began to study it. Jack was on a limb just above him from which he could easily see the map.
“Here we are,” Bob declared. “You see those two lakes down there only a few miles apart. Well according to this map that one to the left is Long Lake and the other must be Musquacook.”
“It doesn’t look more than a couple of miles from here,” Jack declared as Bob folded the map and replaced it in his pocket.
“I’ll bet it’s nearer ten though,” he said as he started downward. “You know in this clear air a thing always looks a good bit nearer than it really is,” he explained as he dropped to the ground. “But we’ll make it in a couple of hours if nothing happens. We can make good time going down hill.” Bob was pretty nearly right in his estimate both as to distance and time, for exactly two hours later they reached the foot of the lake, which they felt sure was their destination.
“Just ten o’clock,” Bob announced as he glanced at his watch.
“And what’s next on the program?” Jack asked.
“Well, there must be some kind of a cabin here somewhere and I suppose the next thing is to find it. We may have to go clear round the lake before we come to it but I sure hope not.”
“All right. Which way’ll we go?”
“Since Rex came in from Presque Isle he’d strike the lake to our right and I guess that way’ll be our best bet,” Bob argued.