"Anyhow, we've got here ahead of the logging crowd and I'm mighty glad," said the first packer. "Those fellows think nobody can break a trail unless he lives in the woods. Now you sit by quiet while we get supper." Before the meal was ready Carnally arrived with the man who had gone to look for him, and the party feasted royally. When they had finished, Carnally sighed with deep content. "I just don't want to move," he remarked. "I feel most too good to talk; but if the rest of you have anything to say, I'll try to listen." "What's your program?" one of the men asked. "We have food enough to take us down, going easy." "I want two days' rest," said Andrew. "Until they're up, we'll do nothing but eat and lie about the fire and smoke." Carnally looked up lazily. "That sounds nice, but I'm going to locate Mappin's cache before we start." The others began to talk to Graham, but Andrew did not know how long they continued, for he was soon fast asleep. They broke camp on the third morning and when they crossed the neck Carnally divided the party, which had been joined by the loggers. Some he told to follow down one or two ravines at a distance, which he had not searched, and then meet the others, who would work along the ridge. Toward evening a man hailed him and Andrew from a slope some way off, and when they joined him he led them into a deep hollow. In the middle of it a small, barked fir projected from a snowy mound. "It's the kind of place you'd break a trail up if you were trying to make the neck," the packer explained. "It looks a good road from here," Carnally assented. "We didn't get so far along, but we'll climb up a piece." The hollow died out into a snow slope, and when they had walked on farther they lost sight of it. Then Carnally stopped and carefully looked about. "We might have struck that gulch first shot, but the chances were against it; you can only see it from below. You want to remember that the line the fellows who made the cache would take would depend on where they left the big loop of the lower river. Mappin was smart enough to see that. Now we'll have a look at the provisions." They proved to be sufficient in quantity and in excellent order when the cache was opened; but Carnally had expected that. "I wonder how Mappin will feel when he sees us come marching in?" Andrew said lightly. They could laugh now. "Not very comfortable, I'll promise you!" Carnally declared with a glint in his eyes. CHAPTER XXI A BUSHMAN'S SATISFACTION