"And that's not very definite,"
"Not ver'," Lucky confessed.
All this time the Indian had been moving about examining each object with the utmost minuteness in an effort, he explained a few minutes later, to get a clue as to what manner of men had last occupied the cabin and how long ago they had been there. But he was forced to acknowledge that it was too much for him and that he was beat.
"Injun hate geev up," he said shaking his head sadly. "But no can tell."
"But I've found something."
Bob was at the other end of the room from the others as he spoke and they hastened to where he was closely examining one of the logs which was about on a level with his shoulders.
"What is it?" Jack asked eagerly.
Bob made no reply, but pointed with his finger.
"S. L."
Jack spelled out the letters slowly and then looked at his brother.