Come on." They proceeded cautiously, at right angles with the "blazed" tree, for ten minutes more.

The heat was oppressive; drops of perspiration rolled from the forehead of the sheriff, and at times, when he attempted to steady his uncertain limbs, his hands shrank from the heated, blistering bark he touched with ungloved palms.
"Here we are," said Brace, pausing at last.

"Do you see that biggest tree, with the root stretching out half-way across to the opposite one ?" "No; it's further to the right and abreast of the dead brush," interrupted Dunn quickly, with a sudden revelation that this was the spot where he had found the dead bear in the night Teresa escaped.
"That's so," responded Brace, in astonishment.
"And the opening is on the other side, opposite the dead brush," said Dunn.
"Then you know it ?" said Brace suspiciously.
"I reckon!" responded Dunn, grimly.

"That's enough! Fall back!" To the surprise of his companion, he lifted his head erect, and with a strong, firm step walked directly to the tree.

Reaching it, he planted himself squarely before the opening.
"Halloo!" he said.
There was no reply.