Day after day he visited the hole and made out to enjoy a swim; but he always thought longingly of the far off, bright Alleghany.
One day a teamster who sometimes came to the college, told Paul of a sheet of water that was much larger than the swimming hole.

He called it "Bruce's Dam." Next morning Paul and a Philadelphia boy named Stockdale, who was his particular chum, obtained permission to go out of bounds.

They had managed during breakfast to appropriate a sufficient supply of bread and butter for all day.

They started out to find Bruce's dam.

A long and weary tramp they had over the mountains.