One fire would be enough for Tom to make his supper with, and that one's nearer us." "But," said Seaforth, "I can scarcely see the smoke." Alton raised one hand impatiently.

"No," he said.

"Whoever made that fire didn't want you to, and there's no need to make much smoke if you keep clear of sap and twigs." Seaforth's face grew grave.

"Is there any reason why you can't tell me a little more?
If the man would sooner we did not see it, what did he make the fire for ?" Alton smiled grimly.

"I don't know any more, but a man must eat," he said.