The two boys made a bee-line for the other camp. Both of them remembered its location, from having taken note of the column of smoke so often. Ethan was doing better work with his snow-shoes right along now, for there is nothing that serves one so well in this respect as practice.
They had covered the first mile with ease.
“Must be all of half way there, Phil?” suggested Ethan.
“Yes.”
“And do we keep straight on as we’re going now, or make a little detour so as to come on the camp from the other side?” continued Ethan.
Phil smiled.
“I see you’re up to all the little dodges of the profession, Ethan,” he chuckled, “and are bound to make an A Number One tracker yet. Yes, we might as well begin to circle some from here on, always keeping in mind the point we’re aiming to reach.”
“No trouble at all about locating the camp, Phil, as long as they continue to burn that half-green wood.”
“It does send up a pile of black smoke for a fact,” admitted Phil, looking in the direction his chum was pointing; “and we’ll keep an eye on it as we go.”
Of course as they made progress through the bush the boys did not neglect to observe everything around them. Lub’s solemn warning may not have made much of an impression on their minds, but habit proved strong, with Phil at least, and it was his custom to be on the alert.