"Perhaps we have made a big circle," said Dick, hopefully.
"It might be," admitted Bob. "But there are a good many lakes in this part of the country. Anyway, let's take a look at it."
They began to descend the slope of the hill, when an object to the left and some distance off attracted Bob's attention.
He drew forth his field-glass and took a long look.
"By jingo, if that doesn't look like a sign-board, I'm mistaken," he exclaimed.
"A sign-board out in this wilderness?" said Sam, incredulously.
"That's what I said, Sam; see for yourself."
"If it isn't one, it's the nearest thing to it I ever saw," admitted Sam, after a moment's survey. "It won't take long to find out."
"As sure as I live, it's a sign," exclaimed Dick, as they approached the object.
Upon the top of a stout upright, a crosspiece had been nailed. On the latter, in rude, black letters, was painted this surprising notice: