The boys laughed, and, a few moments later, were retracing their steps. They reached and passed the place at the summit of the hill, always endeavoring to maintain as closely as possible the half mile distance from their camp.
"Look at that whopping big boulder down there!" exclaimed Dick Travers, at length.
"I'll bet that's the very thing marked on the paper," interposed Sam.
"Hurrah!" broke in Bob. "Don't you see three trees nearly in a row over there?"
"My eye, Scummers is right," declared Musgrove, peering earnestly in the direction indicated.
The boys were still on the edge of the valley, the boulder and three trees being several hundred yards down the slope.
Hackett did not make any funny remarks at this juncture.
"What number joke is this?" asked Musgrove, with a laugh, as the party began to make their way cautiously downward over the snow-covered ground. "'My eye!' Them is the trees."
Before long the boys approached three huge pines, which were standing almost in a row.
"We ought to find out something now," observed Dick Travers.