ously, or go fast in the hope that they don't cross.
If we go fast we may get to the treasure first."

"All right," said Tim; "fast. Let's find that blaze. If you get it, give
a low whistle."

They separated and worked among the trees. A long time later, it seemed,
Tim found the blaze. It pointed north. He whistled softly, cautiously. A
whistle answered him. Don's footsteps sounded frightfully loud in the
stillness.

They started north as fast as they could go. Three hundred feet on they
found the second blaze. They lost the third and had to retrace their
steps before finding it. The fourth was easy, but on the way after that
they encountered a patch of dense undergrowth and a section of fallen
trees. Here they had to separate and search once more. This time it was
Don who found the mark. Their watches said ten minutes of five.

"Let's go on until almost dark," Tim whispered. There was a sound off on
their right. He clutched Don's arm, and they stood like statues and
listened, scarcely daring to breathe. By and by they relaxed.

"Must have been a squirrel or something," said Tim. They advanced
cautiously.

The fright had thrown them out of their reckoning. They did not remember
in which specific direction they had been heading. After a while they had
the uncomfortable feeling that they had gone on farther than the ordinary
distance between blazes.

"Have to search," said Don.

So they began again. They worked at a tension, running when they could.
It did not take long to get out of sight of each other.

This time it was Tim who finally found the blaze. He whistled--no answer.
He whistled again--still no answer. He'd have to make a louder sound. It
was growing dusky, and he did not want to become separated from Don for
the night. He put his fingers between his lips.

He did not mean to whistle loudly but, in the quiet woods, his summons
echoed shrilly. His heart gave a frightened leap. Gee! Suppose anybody
was near?

Don came crashing through the woods. "For the love of Mike, Tim, why did
you do that?" he asked sharply.

Tim bristled. It was one thing for him to blame himself; it was another
for Don to find fault. "I wanted you to hear me," he answered shortly.

"I did hear you!"

"Well, why didn't you answer?"

"I thought I heard something else. You'll have every Eagle and Fox around
us."

"_I'll_ have every Eagle and Fox around us," Tim thought. "See! _I'm_ the
one who's spoiling things."

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