"Look at that haze, Jack," said Pete. "That isn't a storm, is it, coming along?"
"I don't think so, Pete. I don't like the looks of it. It looks to me more like smoke, from a woods fire. I've been thinking I smelled smoke for some time, too."
"Could you smell it as far as this?"
"Smoke from a big forest fire sometimes travels for two or three hundred miles, if the wind's right, Pete. In the city, even, in the fall, there will be smoky days, though there isn't a forest fire of any sort for a good many miles."
"I suppose that's because the wood smoke is so thick."
The further they traveled, the thicker grew the smoke. There could no longer be any mistake about it. The woods in front of them were well alight.
"I only hope the fire doesn't reach Eagle Lake," said Jack.