I thought we entered at a point where I saw a clump of four trees on
the left."
"Hum! I rather think I saw those trees myself," mused Dave. "But I don't
see them now."
"Neither do I, and that makes me think that perhaps we came out of the
woods at the wrong spot."
Much perplexed, the two lads walked around the edge of the woods for a
considerable distance. But they saw nothing of any other trail and so
came back to the point from which they had started.
"This must be right, after all," was Phil's comment. "Anyway, it's the
only trail here, so we may as well follow it."
They hurried on, the halt under the rocks having rested them a good
deal. Out on the prairie the trail grew a bit drier, for which they were
thankful. They got into their dog-trot once more, and thus covered all
of two miles in a short space of time. Then, of a sudden, both came to a
halt in dismay.
"Which one?" asked Phil, laconically.
"Don't know," was Dave's equally laconic answer.
Before them the trail branched out in three different directions, like
three spokes within the right angle of a wheel.
"This is a regular Chinese puzzle," said Dave, after an inspection of
the trails. "The one to the right looks to be the most traveled."
The two boys made every possible effort to pierce the darkness ahead of
them, and presently Phil fancied he saw a light in the distance.
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