The boys pulled rein in the midst of a deep pine forest.
"Do you hear anything?"
"Runnin' water?" queried Jack.
"Yes! Do you know what I think?" Bob paused. "Wanatoma said we'd run across a stream on the opposite side of the mountain—"
"Sure as shootin', that must be it," cried Tim, eagerly.
"And told us it flowed directly toward the gold field," chimed in Sam Randall, his face aglow with excitement.
"Now, according to my reckoning, this is just about the place where we ought to find it. That stream over there is certainly Gold Creek; so we have only to follow its course down the mountain to locate our mine. But—"
"Well?" questioned Tom.
"Those lumberjacks are ahead of us in the game. Big Jim is smart enough to understand the map. The word 'stream' on that line ought to show him the right place."
"And that awful big X 'ud simply screech it into his head," said Jack.