approaching down the mountain trail. He set up a shout and so did his companions, and presently came an answering call.
In a few minutes the two parties were within speaking distance. Dave gave each of the three newcomers a searching look, and his heart sank. Not one of them was his father.
The three men were the Norwegian guide and two individuals named Hausermann and Davis. They were almost exhausted by their journey, and begged to be conducted to the sheep-station and given something to eat before telling their story.
"But my brother—what of him?" demanded Granbury Lapham.
"Who is your brother?" asked Samuel Hausermann.
"Philip Lapham, the head of this expedition."
"Oh, so you are Philip's brother. Well, he is safe—at least he was when we left him. He hurt his knee a little, slipping over some rocks, but it didn't amount to much."
"And what of my father, David Porter?" put in Dave, anxiously. "He was with you, wasn't he?"
"Yes, he was with us," answered Samuel Hausermann. "But he" The man stopped speaking and looked at his companions.
"But what? Oh, don't say something has
