PART V. THE FOLLOWING OF THE TRAIL
Chapter XLIV
For a moment they sat listening to the clear staccato knocking of the distant blows, and the more forceful thuds of the man nearer at hand. A bird or so darted from the direction of the sound and shot silently into the thicket behind them.
“What are they doing? Are they cutting lumber?” asked Hilda.
“No,” answered Thorpe, “we do not cut saw logs at this time of year. They are clearing out a road.”
“Where does it go to?”
“Well, nowhere in particular. That is, it is a logging road that starts at the river and wanders up through the woods where the pine is.”
“How clear the axes sound. Can't we go down and watch them a little while?”