With almost one accord, they reined up, sprang to the ground, found convenient places to tether their ponies and then walked out to the point upon which Bob and Jack had stood the day before.
Six pairs of eyes keenly scanned the vast stretch of nature. It was Dave Brandon who presently broke the tense silence.
"Look!" he said, simply, extending his arm.
Far off, by the line of timber, they saw a tiny thread-like line of blue rising almost straight in the air.
"Smoke!" yelled Jack, excitedly. "By Jove! A camp-fire—it—it must be Dick's."
"Of course," piped Tom, enthusiastically. "Hooray! Knew all the time he was safe. Wow! Isn't this great, though?"
Bob Somers shook his head.
"No use shouting too soon," he said, reflectively. "Why should Dick have built a fire away down there in the valley?"
"Instead o' comin' back to camp," supplemented Jack.
"Yes!"