He sprang to his feet and took the gun from Mickey, so as to leave him free to carry the torch.

One end of the latter was thrust into the fire, and it caught as readily as if it were smeared with alcohol.

It was a bit of pine, as fat as it could be, and, as a torch, could not have been improved upon.
Then Mickey elevated it above his head, it gave forth a long yellow smoke blaze, which answered admirably the purpose for which it was required.
"I'll take the lead," said he to his young friend, when they were ready to start.

"You follow a few yards behind and look as sharp as you can to find out all there is to be found out.

You know there is much that depends on this." There was no possibility of Fred failing to use all his senses to the utmost, and he told his friend to go ahead and do the same.
Mickey first headed toward the cascade, as he had some hope of learning something in that direction.