I could even find a needle in a haystack, I believe, with one of these jim-dandy contraptions." "All right, Julius, we'll appoint you head tracker, then," chuckled Horatio.

"But, after all, perhaps we'll run across our comrade yet, before we get out of this tangle.

We're about to come to the most critical point of the entire trip, remember, for the old quarry is just ahead of us." Horatio chanced to be on the side of the car toward the quarry.

He was not spending nearly so much time now looking ahead, leaving that task to his chums; even while talking he kept his eyes fixed upon the dark expanse that represented the surrounding woods, anticipating catching a glimpse of something, he hardly knew what, at any moment now.

Doubtless all those silly yarns retailed by the ignorant gossiping farm-hands in the market-place in Scranton, while they tried to outdo one another in matching fairy stories, must have been circulating through Horatio's brain just then.