"Maybe that's Abe Blower's camp!" cried Dave, who was the first to discover the light.
"I'd like to know if Link Merwell and Job Haskers are really with him," said Roger.
"We ought to be able to catch up to them by to-morrow, so Mr. Dillon said."
"Unless Merwell and Haskers fix it so that they throw us off their trail, Roger. You know Mr. Dillon said they could branch off at Talpoll Crossing. That is where a spur of the railroad cuts in, to reach the mines on the other side of the hills—the railroad I suppose the Landslide Mine would have to use in getting out ore."
The boys watched the distant light for a while longer, and then descended to the camping spot. The others listened with interest to what they had to report.
"We'll be after 'em at sun-up," said Tom Dillon. "An' now all o' yer had better turn in an' get what rest you can."
This was sensible advice, and the three youths lost no time in following it. They turned in around the fire, which was kept burning, so as to keep away any possible prowling beasts. Tom Dillon was the last to retire, he looking to it that all of the horses were tethered.
It was just growing daylight when Dave awoke with a start. Something had aroused him—what he could not tell. He sat bolt upright, and at the
