That blaze which was done to muddle you was cut with an axe; this which I made was done with a bowie-knife.

It's the real one.

We're not far off now.

Come on." They proceeded cautiously, at right angles with the "blazed" tree, for ten minutes more.

The heat was oppressive; drops of perspiration rolled from the forehead of the sheriff, and at times, when he attempted to steady his uncertain limbs, his hands shrank from the heated, blistering bark he touched with ungloved palms.
"Here we are," said Brace, pausing at last.