That means we'd better be moseying along right smart." "How long has that blaze been there ?" asked Hippy.
"An hour, mebby," replied Joe.

"Come along, Henry." A few strokes of her axe obliterated the arrow on the blaze, and the party pressed on.
"I wonder if that arrow-blaze was intended for us," murmured Tom, as they rode on in silence.
Soon, the guide's lamp revealed another blaze, but this was purely a direction blaze, which she mutilated and changed to mean a different direction, then made a sharp turn to the right.

Other blazes encountered, all freshly made, led them straight to the lumber road for which she had been searching and would have missed had it not been for the friendly blazes that pointed the way.
"What do ye 'low for that ?" demanded the forest woman when they had emerged on the road.
"I believe now that the blazes were intended for us," answered Tom, his brow wrinkling in perplexity.

"It is very strange." "Why worry ?" spoke up Hippy.

"We are being led, but what's the odds who is doing the leading so long as we are led ?" "Pure logic," observed Miss Briggs.
"From an illogical source," added Emma in an undertone.
They proceeded along the lumber road for fully ten miles, fording two streams, then halting at a sawmill on the banks of a river.