“It’s a fact that we don’t know for sure,” Chet returned thoughtfully. “But I think it’s a trick.”
“Of course it’s a trick—and one meant to throw us off the track. We’ll have a nice time searching along these banks to find the place where they came out of the water.”
“That’s right—if we searched,” answered Chet, as Hero drank his fill.
“What do you mean? You going to give up?”
“Not much!” exclaimed the other young trail hunter.
“What you going to do, then?” demanded the puzzled Dig.
“I’m going to fool them. I don’t know where they left the stream, and I don’t care. There is one thing I am sure of.”
“Huh?”
“They’re going to Grub Stake. I bet they want to get there before we do. That man—whoever he is—is planning to make some use of those deeds he stole from me. So, take it from me, boy, they are not going far out of the straight way to Grub Stake.”
“Whew! that’s reasonable, old man.”