When we make camp this afternoon Mrs.Shafto and I will show you.

I do not think it advisable to head directly for Forty-three, but to camp in the vicinity of that section, as I shall wish to speak with the foreman of the gang there." "Reckon ye know what ye wants to do," nodded the guide.
When Tom returned from the skidway he smiled and shook his head in answer to the question in Grace's eyes.
"Nothing further," he said briefly.
"You should have been an Indian," laughed Grace.
"Should have been?
He is," averred Hippy.
Not a shred of canvas large enough to cover a mess plate was found in the ruins of their camp, and, as soon as they had assembled and packed what was left of their equipment, the party went on without tents.

After luncheon that day they turned off from the lumber trail and struck out into the densely timbered land, Joe following her course by certain old blazes on trees.

Traveling there was much slower than it had been on the open lumber trail, but the Overlanders made satisfactory time, and covered nearly twenty miles before they halted to prepare their camp for the night.
It lacked three hours of nightfall then, so Tom Gray decided to go over to Section Forty-three and have his talk with the foreman of that lumber camp.

It was an hour-and-a-half later when he returned, flushed and angry.
"Well ?" questioned Grace.
"I learned that a dozen jacks came in from Bisbee's Corners last night, but when I asked that they be lined up to see if I could identify any of them as belonging to the mob that attacked us at Bisbee's, the foreman threatened to set the whole outfit of jacks on me.