d been lashed on the sleds, and when Mr. Baxter, Johnson
and the boys, with their rifles under their arms, were ready to get on,
a man came strolling up the street. He was the man with a glass eye,
though his face was so deep down in his fur collar that this defect
could hardly be seen.

"Off for the gold region?" he asked Mr. Baxter, and at the sound of the
voice Fred knew the man was the same one who had questioned him on the
ship--Jake Callack.

"Yes, we're off prospecting, stranger."

"Well, good luck."

"Thank you."

"Get on, boys," said Mr. Baxter, taking his place.

Fred, Jerry and Johnson sat on the big sleds in little hollows left at
the rear when the goods were packed on. Mr. Baxter did likewise. The
Indian drivers sitting in front yelled to the dogs and cracked their
long whips. At that moment the man with the glass eye leaned over and
said something in a whisper to Zank, one of the guides, the one on the
leading sled, on which rode Johnson.

The Indian looked up, nodded, and then, with a louder yell to his dogs,
set them off at a fast pace. The treasure hunters were on their way to
the interior after the store of buried gold.

CHAPTER X

ATTACKED BY WOLVES

After a careful examination of the map, which he had studied while
aboard the ship, Mr. Baxter decided that the treasure had been hidden by
Stults in a certain mountain range about three hundred miles away from
the settlement where they had outfitted. These mountains lay in a
northwesterly direction from the town, and were in a desolate region,
where, now that winter had set in, there was much snow and ice.

It was Mr. Baxter's plan to proceed to this mountain range by the most
direct way and then to make a camp. From this camp, after a more careful
study of the map, while actually in the region it referred to, he could
start out after the treasure. Just where it was located of course he did
not know. The map showed a small stream flowing down the side of the
mountain, and there was a waterfall about midway of the course. It was
near this fall that Stults said he had hidden the gold in a natural
cave.

But, as he had buried it during the summer, and as a winter scene is
very different from a summer one, and as the stream would be frozen and
probably covered from sight with snow, finding the gold was not going to
be a very easy task, Mr. Baxter feared.

The dogs drew the party swiftly onward, for, though the sleds were
heavily lad