I say, let's go." "Let's wait a minute," said Don, "to see what direction Fido takes, and then we'll put our dogs on." In a few minutes Hughie breathed more freely, for his father seemed to lose his interest in Fido, and returned slowly to the house.
"Now," said Hughie, "let's get down into the brule as near Fido as we can get." Cautiously the boys made their way through the fallen timber, keeping as much as possible under cover of the underbrush.

But though they hunted about for some time, the dogs evidently got no scent, for they remained quite uninterested in the proceedings.
"We'll have to get up closer to where Fido is," said Don, "and the sooner we get there the better." "I suppose so," said Hughie.

"I suppose I had better go.

Fido will stop barking for me." So, while Don lay hid with the dogs in the brule, Hughie stole nearer and nearer to Fido, who was still chasing down toward the brule and back to the house, as if urging some one to come forth and investigate the strange scent he had discovered.

Gradually Hughie worked his way closer to Fido until within calling distance.
Just as he was about to whistle for the dog, the back door opened and forth came the minister again.