I hope they'll not be worryin' about me, but if they does 'twill not be for long.

I'll soon be there now." The distance from the round rock to the tree upon which he had sighted proved to be but thirty of his short paces.

Here he was compelled to pile stones again upon which to build a resting-place for his compass before taking another sight.

Small stones such as he could lift were not easily found, and when at length he was prepared to take the sight the gloom had grown so thick that he had difficulty in locating a tree that he judged was sufficiently far away to cover the remaining distance.

Thirty more paces, however, brought him to the tree, and to his unbounded joy a lone white birch stood just beyond.
Within three paces of the birch the mysterious cache was hidden.
Here, however, the directions failed to be sufficiently explicit.
Either through oversight or purposely the bearings from the birch were omitted.
Jamie paced first to one tree and then to another; any of several trees might be the correct one.