"Yes, let us follow the trail right now—if we kin do it," said old Jacob.
They were all out of humor, being tired and hungry, and had Joseph Farvel crossed their path just then, it would have gone hard with the man. But our friends had made a great mistake, as we shall presently see.
It took some little time to make Dash understand what was wanted. But when Bob took a bone and pointed at the fire, and at one plate that had been left behind, the canine knew what was wanted, and set off on a trot that made them all hustle to keep up with him.
The trail led over the very top of the mountain and to a little bamboo shack on the other side.
Nobody was in sight and they rightfully guessed that the bamboo shelter was deserted.
Entering, they found all of their traps piled up in a corner, together with some things which did not belong to them.
"Here's our stuff, and more," cried Don. "Good for Dash! He makes the best kind of a detective."
While they were sorting out their goods, old Jacob, who was at the doorway, announced that somebody was approaching.
"It's a man, but who, I can't tell, it's that dark," he said. "Better prepare to give him a surprise."
