and any time you
feel like it you can send for one just like mine. Let it go at that
then."

There came another hard pull. Sometimes the way was so rough that all
of them panted more or less. Will showed real grit by keeping up with
the others, though he had to shut his teeth hard together, and take
himself mentally to task when he felt his legs tremble under him with
weakness.

All at once Jerry, always the first to discover things, gave vent to a
yell.

"Hey there, fellows! I see water ahead through the trees! Yep, it's
the big lake as sure as anything! We've got there at last!"

"Good!" muttered Will in an undertone, as though he did not wish the
others to hear him; to tell the truth, he felt as though he could not
stagger on much further over that rough trail, and carry the heavy
pack in the bargain, as well as the new bag containing his precious
films.

The sight of the splendid sheet of water seemed to inspire them all
with new energy, for they perceptibly quickened their pace until
impatient Jerry was almost running in his eagerness to get to his
destination.

After a while they found themselves standing on the shore of the
inland sea, where the waters were lapping the shore with a murmuring
sound that was sweet music in the ears of Frank Langdon.

"Well, one thing's settled anyhow," remarked Will, presently, as he
heaved a sigh of relief; "we didn't get lost, did we, fellows?"

"Shucks! that was the last thing to bother me," declared Bluff with a
fine appearance of scorn. "For one, I've passed the novice stage in
woodcraft, and reckon myself able to get along with the next chap."

"All the same," he was told by Frank, "I've known the time when you
_did_ manage to lose your bearings and run up against a whole bunch of
trouble in consequence."

"But that's past history," remonstrated the other; "and times have
changed since then, Frank. I should hope I've learned my lesson by
now."

"Now where do you think this Cabin Point lies, that we're going to
hunt up, with the idea of making our home there during our stay?"
Jerry demanded.

"Just look to the left and I think you'll see a wooded cape that
reaches out into the lake like a tongue or a finger," the pilot
explained, pointing as he spoke.

"Frank, you're all to the good there, that must be our goal," Bluff
hastened to assert; for indeed since there was no other similar
projection of the shore in sight, it seemed reasonable to believe
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