pose. During that time the weather grew suddenly colder and on
the second night came a light fall of snow.

"Won't be long now before winter will be on us," announced Jack Wumble.
"And winter up here is somethin' wuth rememberin', believe me!"

The next morning found Dick at a large trading store, where many miners
and prospectors purchased their supplies. Here he asked all newcomers
if they had seen or heard of Tom or Ike Furner.

"Sure, I see Furner!" cried one old prospector. "See him yesterday
afternoon."

"Where?" demanded Dick, eagerly.

"Over on the Lion Head trail."

"Alone?"

"No, he had a young feller with him."

CHAPTER XX

IN THE MOUNTAINS OF ALASKA

"Sam, I think we are in for a heavy snow to-day."

"I think so myself, Dick. How much further do we go?"

"About two miles," came from Jack Wumble. "I reckon I got a bit off
the trail yesterday, but I know I am right now, boys."

"But where is Tom?" came from Sam.

"He must be right ahead of us--if what we have been told is true,"
answered his brother.

The conversation recorded above took place just ten days after Dick and
Sam arrived in Dawson City. During that time the Rover boys and Jack
Wumble had spent two days in buying the necessary outfit, to follow Tom
and his strange companion to the wild region in Alaska known as Lion
Head. The start had been made, and now the three found themselves on a
narrow mountain trail in a country that looked to be utterly
uninhabited.

For three days they had been close behind Tom and Ike Furner, this
being proven by the remains of campfires and other indications. Once
they had met some prospectors returning to the Klondyke and these men
had told of passing the pair ahead, and that Furner had said they were
bound for a spot not many miles from Lion Head called Twin Rocks.

"I never heard o' Twin Rocks before," said Jack Wumble. "But if it is
nigh Lion Head we ought to be able to locate it."

"Provided we don't get snowed in before we reach it," returned Sam.

On and on trudged the three. They had left the last supply depot
behind. They had passed only a handful of white folks and a band of
five Indians.

"Do you know, I didn't like the looks of those Indians we passed
yesterday," remarked Dick, as they went forward over the rough, upward
trail.

"They looked pretty sharply at our outfits," said Sam. "I guess
they'll like to own them," he added.

"We have got to keep our eyes op