“But Calleck’s house stands near the South Fork. Don’t you remember what the lumberman said? Don’t you know he told us Calleck started to build with stone, but finished the house any way he could? And doesn’t that description fit this place?”
“It sure does. This is Calleck’s cabin, fast enough. Still——”
Again Sam interrupted: “You know—in a general way, as I say—how the South Fork runs?”
“Y-e-s,” Lon admitted reluctantly. “Empties into Blake’s River right at Coreytown.”
“Exactly! And the lumberjack said the house was about ten miles from the camp. Now, I’ve been trying to figure out the map, as the Shark would figure it, and I don’t believe we’re three miles from the village.”
The Shark had caught the mention of his name; also he had grasped the problem presented.
“Three miles?” he repeated. “Huh! good enough—as a guess. Of course, I don’t call that figuring. If you’ll give me the true distances——”
“Never mind, Shark!” said Sam promptly. “We’ll waive decimals and let it go at three miles, more or less. Then all we’ll have to do will be to find the South Fork, and follow the valley down-stream. And there’s a doctor at Coreytown, I’m sure; and the people won’t have to be asked twice to help us out.”
Lon rubbed his chin. “Umph! There is a grain o’ sense in the scheme. Say, though, Sam! Where’s that Safety First idea you uster have on your mind?”
“It’s there now—Safety First for the whole crowd!”