Daylight must see the Overland Riders some miles from the scene of their fight with the men from Forty-three, and there must be as little trail left as possible. For the latter reason, Joe Shafto kept to such ground as was covered with a mat of pine needles. These, being springy, gave way under the hoofs of the horses, leaving no hoof-prints, no trail. Of the Overland Riders only two persons observed this--Tom and Grace, for, in her brief trips with him into the woods where he, as a forester, spent much time, Grace had learned a great deal about forestry work. No halt was made until midnight, when the forest woman reined in and directed a ray of light against a huge pine tree. "A fresh blaze," said Tom, as he trotted up to her to see what the blaze indicated. "A blaze with a bent arrow cut in it, the arrow smeared with dirt to make it stand out. Clever, but what does it mean, Mrs. Shafto?" he asked. "It's a warnin', Cap'n." "Of what?" "That I don't rightly know. The arrow, I reckon, points at the danger." "Is the arrow not pointed in the direction of our old camp?" asked Elfreda. "Ye guessed it, Miss Briggs. That means we'd better be moseying along right smart." "How long has that blaze been there?" asked Hippy. "An hour, mebby," replied Joe. "Come along, Henry." A few strokes of her axe obliterated the arrow on the blaze, and the party pressed on. "I wonder if that arrow-blaze was intended for us," murmured Tom, as they rode on in silence. Soon, the guide's lamp revealed another blaze, but this was purely a direction blaze, which she mutilated and changed to mean a different direction, then made a sharp turn to the right. Other blazes encountered, all freshly made, led them straight to the lumber road for which she had been searching and would have missed had it not been for the friendly blazes that pointed the way. "What do ye 'low for that?" demanded the forest woman when they had emerged on the road. "I believe now that the blazes were intended for us," answered Tom, his brow wrinkling in perplexity. "It is very strange." "Why worry?" spoke up Hippy. "We are being led, but what's the odds who is doing the leading so long as we are led?" "Pure logic," observed Miss Briggs. "From an illogical source," added Emma in an undertone. They proceeded along the lumber road for fully ten miles, fording two streams, then halting at a sawmill on the banks of a river. The mill had not yet started operations. Tom got off and looked the property over, consulted his map, then the journey was resumed. Just beyond the mill they came upon another of the now familiar blazes, directing them to proceed to the right and follow the river bank. "The blazer fellow evidently knows where we wish to go. Do you know where we are, Mrs. Shafto?" called Tom.