CHAPTER XXIII
BACK TO CAMP
"It's the fellows, as sure as you live!" cried Dick Travers. "Whoop! Isn't that great, Chubby? Makes me feel like dancing for joy."
The faint report of a gun came over the frosty air, following a signal fired by Yardsley.
"Must be the cap'n an' mate," commented the trapper, with hope in his voice.
"Cracky, I only hope we're not going to be disappointed," put in Sam Randall, anxiously. "Shall we fire again?"
"'Tain't no use now," declared Musgrove, decidedly.
On reaching the top of a hill, the eager searchers were rewarded by seeing two figures slowly moving along in the valley below.
"Is it them?" asked Tim Sladder, earnestly.