"Say, maybe we can follow that trail and find where the fellow went!" It was a startling proposition, and yet one that might be easily demonstrated.
"We'll try it," said Frank, "but not till after breakfast.

Come on, Clan, and we'll take another fall out of our rations; then ho, for the golden trail!" As Merry spoke, a queer idea popped suddenly into his mind.

He stopped short and stared at Clancy.

The latter evidently was fired with the same notion.
"Ballard's dream!" muttered Clancy, rubbing a hand over his wet hair.
"Hang it all, Chip, this is quite a jolt to a fellow who isn't at all superstitious.

The golden trail! Why, Pink saw it three times hand running, in his sleep!".