Anyhow, I've tracked your blamed canoes, and packed your stores across the divides.

Guess I'd have hit the back trail long since if it wasn't for Miss Strange." "Then we had better get down," said Thirlwell.

"The boys don't seem to have started to cook breakfast, and I want to pull out soon." He was turning away when Drummond stopped him, stretching out his arm.
"Hold on! What's that yonder ?" "Mist," said Thirlwell, impatiently.
"No; it's too dark.

Look again!" Thirlwell started.

The mist was drifting past the detached clump of pines his companion indicated, but its color was silvery, and he now noted a faint blue streak.