ue mark of the
place to pace from," he soliloquized, replacing them in the position
in which he had found them. "I'll take un as a pilot, whatever, and
see how she comes out on the next track."

He returned to the little hackmatack tree and again consulted the
paper.

"Forty paces west to a round rock," he read, observing, "that won't be
so hard now as findin' the hackmatack tree. 'Twill be easier to see,
whatever."

Methodically he gathered some stones and erected a small pedestal upon
which to rest his compass while he ran his westerly line. Loose stones
of proper size were hard to find. The smaller ones were frozen fast to
the ground, and the larger ones were too heavy for him to move. But
presently he collected a sufficient number of small stones to form a
pedestal a foot and a half high.

Upon the top of this he levelled his compass, and turned it until the
needle, swinging freely, rested upon the north point on the dial.
Then, as before, he placed a match upon the face of the compass to
form a line from the "E" to the "W" on the dial. Crouching down upon
the ground Jamie sighted, as before, to a distant tree, but as he did
so be became suddenly aware that the light was fading. He had been
much longer than he had realized, consuming a great deal of time in
examining the signs around the big rock and in taking his distances
from the rock.

"This line is sure right the first time," he said. "'Twill not take me
much longer, and I finds the round rock now. If I finds un I'll be
sure I'm goin' the right way, and I'll be right handy to the cache."

Thirty-nine of Jamie's paces brought him to the tree upon which he had
taken sight, and looking a little way beyond he saw, to his great joy,
a round rock.

Jamie was trembling with excitement as he ran eagerly to the rock.
This was the second direction laid down upon the paper! There could be
no doubt that he was right! Everything answered the description! He
would surely find the cache now! What a surprise it would be to Doctor
Joe and the boys if he came walking into camp triumphantly bearing Lem
Horn's silver fox skin.

"Sixty paces south," he next read from his directions.

He placed his compass upon the top of the round rock, which rose
perhaps three feet above the ground, and repeated his former method,
again sighting to a convenient tree. Twilight was perceptibly
thickening. At this season darkness falls early in Labrador, and now,
because of a heavily clo