"Suppose, Dave, that you and I run into something interesting and don't want to leave it?
Tom and Dan, not meeting us at the appointed place, will know enough to keep right on over our course until they find us." "That looks plain enough," nodded Reade thoughtfully.
"All right, then," Dick declared.

"Now we'll start." He and Dave started off at a swinging gait.

The first time Prescott turned to look behind him Reade and Danny Grin had already vanished.
Dick kept close to the shore, Dave moving in a parallel line a few steps up the slope.
"There isn't any hut, lodge or camp down there," Dave called softly, "or else we'd have seen it from our camp on the other side of the lake." "I know it," Dick nodded.

"What I'm trying to do is to see if I can find any hint, on the shore, of how that fellow landed yesterday, without Tom or Danny catching sight of him.

Of course, a very clever swimmer could have gone quite a distance under water.
and I want to see if I can find any sign of anything that would have hidden his landing from the fellows in the canoe." "Oh!" nodded Dave understandingly.
The full ten minutes of searching passed without the slightest trace of a discovery.
"Halt," Dick called up smilingly.