store, showing that he had had this idea in the
back of his head since they had arrived at the border. Some little
distance away, a thick pine tree was located and careful observation
was made so that the boys could find it easily.

Phil climbed the tree and then let down his lariat and Garry tied the
bag to the end. Phil then drew it up into the tree and placed it
securely in a crotch in one of the branches. This done, Phil clambered
back down, remarking when he reached the ground:

"If we get a good storm it's goodbye to the sugar and flour in that bag.
The stuff will just naturally melt away. If we are going to make a
practice of caching the stuff, I suggest that we provide a number of tin
cans with tight covers. Then it can rain on the articles for days and
never hurt them a bit."

"That's a prime idea, Phil, and next time we go to town, you are
delegated to provide said tins," said Garry.

"Ha, that's the time I talked myself into extra work," rejoined Phil
with a laugh.

"Believe me, young man, I'll take a lesson from that and make only
suggestions that won't entail extra work," chipped in Dick.

"On our way now, but first Dick, you run back to the camp and empty your
canteen on the fire, and obliterate all traces of it. Then fill your
canteen and rejoin us here, and we'll be off for the boundary monument,"
ordered Garry, thus proving himself to be a real woodsman and Ranger,
never forgetting that a stray spark or ember may smoulder for some
little time and perhaps start a fire that would sweep through the
forests as though they were so much tinder.

Dick sped away to do Garry's bidding, and in a few moments was back, and
the three chums started for the boundary line. This time they were able
to proceed directly to it, without wasting precious time hunting for it.

Arriving at the marker, they branched out fanshaped as was their wont
when they were in search of a trail or water. For some three or four
miles they found nothing in the way of a well-defined trail, or even the
remains of a camp, and were beginning to think the whole affair was
nothing more nor less than a wild goose chase, when they were called
together by a hail from Dick.

They ran speedily to him, and found him gazing at the ground.

"I don't know that what I've found amounts to a continental, but this is
an old abandoned tote road, and I've found the marks of three or four
different style boots, or rather, different sized boots. To my m