“I’d very much like to see it,” Mr. Temple remarked.
“Wa-al, sir, yure shure are welcome ter come and stay a piece with me.”
“That’s very kind, but I couldn’t stay but one night with you.”
“I’m right glad to hev yuh and I’ll take yuh up and bring yer back so yer kin git to Ezry’s place after.”
By that time they had arrived at the Inn.
The next morning they started before sun-up, just Mr. Temple and Uncle Jeb, on foot, of course. The trail began at the foot of the mountain just back of the Inn. Along toward ten o’clock they came in sight of Eagle Pass, where the surveyors had met Uncle Jeb the week previous when he was on his way down to Eagle City.
“Said they’d be here when I come back this way,” he remarked, “but I guess they hevn’t been able to git as fur as this yit.”
“I suppose not,” Mr. Temple said. “You don’t think by any chance we have missed them?”
“No, indeed,” replied Uncle Jeb. “Thar’s not a track o’ them anywheres!”
They finally came to a spot where a lake could be seen in the distance lying right in the center of the mountains.