"I'd be a silly chump if I couldn't," answered Havens. "Tramped these mountains too many times to lose my bearings."
"But suppose some one is living there?"
"Build a lean-to; or I know a cave where we might put up for a few days."
"Rent high?" asked Dick.
"No, but I wouldn't be surprised if it had a bear for a landlord."
Fifteen minutes later, just as Dave was about to declare his inability to go a step further, Jim announced that the dugout was close at hand.
"Thank goodness!" exclaimed the "poet," wearily.
But it was still some time before Havens uttered a grunt of satisfaction, then said, "It's right over there, fellows—back of that clump of trees."
"Hurrah!" shouted Dick.
"Me, too," sighed Dave. "I'd holler like that if I wasn't so tired."