"Wouldn't be surprised if they should turn out to be guilty," admitted Dick.
"Mind, I don't say it's them, but it looks powerful bad, an' I'm goin' ter find out. John Yardsley ain't the man ter be done this way."
"We must do some detective work," put in Sam.
"If the cap'n was only with us. A bright feller, the cap'n—he'll come out all right. The snow's growin' a bit less, mates."
"So it is," said Dick.
"Now if you fellers keep yer eyes open, ye may find out something."
"You can count on us," returned Dick, to whom the prospect of detective work was especially alluring.
But little was said during the rest of the journey.
"'Tain't fur now," remarked the trapper at length. He turned to the right, and was soon standing before a sign-post similar to the one the boys had seen near Lake Wolverine.
Partridge Holler.
But it can't be heard.
Lake Wolverine one mile.