uded sky, it was following twilight quickly.

"I'll keep at un till I finds the cache. I'll find un before I goes
back to camp whatever," he determined. "'Twill be easy enough gettin'
to camp even if 'tis dark before I gets there. The brook's handy by,
and I'll just go to un and follow un down to camp. I hope they'll not
be worryin' about me, but if they does 'twill not be for long. I'll
soon be there now."

The distance from the round rock to the tree upon which he had sighted
proved to be but thirty of his short paces. Here he was compelled to
pile stones again upon which to build a resting-place for his compass
before taking another sight. Small stones such as he could lift were
not easily found, and when at length he was prepared to take the sight
the gloom had grown so thick that he had difficulty in locating a tree
that he judged was sufficiently far away to cover the remaining
distance. Thirty more paces, however, brought him to the tree, and to
his unbounded joy a lone white birch stood just beyond.

Within three paces of the birch the mysterious cache was hidden.
Here, however, the directions failed to be sufficiently explicit.
Either through oversight or purposely the bearings from the birch were
omitted.

Jamie paced first to one tree and then to another; any of several
trees might be the correct one. They were all thickly branched spruce
trees capable of concealing the coveted cache. Jamie was puzzled, and
every moment it was growing darker. He looked up into the branches of
one and then another, hoping to see a bag suspended from a limb, but
if a bag were there it blended so completely with the foliage that
even its outlines were not revealed.

"I'll have to climb un all," said Jamie finally, "and I'll have to be
spry about un too or 'twill be fair dark before I gets to climb the
last of un."

For his first effort he chose a tree three paces beyond the birch and
in a line with the rock. He had no difficulty in shinning up the trunk
until he reached a lower limb, and then he quite easily drew himself
up.

Climbing through the thick screen of branches he looked eagerly for
the coveted hidden mystery, not stopping until he was well into the
tree top and had made quite certain that no cache was hidden there.
Then, as he looked up toward the sky, he felt a snowflake on his face.

"Snowin'!" he exclaimed. "I'll have to be hurryin' now. If it snows
hard Doctor Joe sure will be gettin' worried about me."