"There may be some sort
of a trap set for us."
They advanced with their guns ready for use, but nobody appeared, and
presently they stood close to the camp-fire. Then Dick ran into the
shelter, to find Jasper Grinder lying as Sam had left him.
"Mr. Grinder, where is the Baxter crowd?" he asked.
"Gone, half an hour ago," replied the wounded man.
"Where did they go to?"
"I don't know. They said something about following you up and spying on
you, to see if you had found the treasure."
"Creation!" ejaculated Dick, and ran outside again. "We've made a mess
of it!" he said. "They followed us up, and more than likely they've got
the treasure box this minute!"
It was found that but little in the camp had been disturbed, excepting
that Sam's gun had been taken off. What to do was now the question. Sam
could not walk further.
"Better stay here," said Dick. "If the Baxter crowd comes back, you can
hide."
Then he, Tom, and John Barrow set out to return to where the treasure
had been left. They were still some distance away when they discovered
Dan Baxter, Bill Harney, and Lemuel Husty making their way along the
snow-covered trail.
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