Reaching the bank they crawled out, for the little lake shoaled rapidly, and shook themselves like big dogs to get rid of what water they could. Then they turned to gaze at the curious scene. Before them was quite a large sheet of water. Right to the edge of it came the flume trestle, and it could be seen, in the moonlight, where it had broken off. Beyond the lake, on the other side, the sluiceway continued on, but there was a gap of several hundred feet. "Looks as though there was less water coming down," said Nat, as he began taking off his outer clothing to wring it out. "That's so," agreed Jack. As they stood looking at the spurting water it was perceptibly diminishing. The volume was greatly decreased from that which had shot them into the lake. Rapidly it grew less until it stopped altogether. "What made that, I wonder," came from Nat. "They probably shut it off at the mine," Jack replied. "They think they can strand us in the flume. Lucky they didn't try it sooner." This, as the boys learned later, was what had been done. When the news of their escape was known several of the gang started in pursuit. They kept it up for awhile, until some one suggested shutting off the flow of the stream by means of a gate in the sluiceway. "Well, now we're here, what's to be done?" asked Nat. "Get rid of some of this water," suggested Jack, "and then see if we can't find a place to stay until morning." The boys wrung as much of the fluid as possible from their clothes, and then, donning the damp garments, looked to see in which direction it would be best to travel. As Jack was looking about for some sign of a trail, he gave a cry of astonishment. "See!" he exclaimed. "There is Golden Glow!" There, back in the direction of the flume, towered a high peak. As the moonbeams rested on it they were reflected back from the shining top, just as the sun rays had been, only in a less degree. "This must be the valley where my father has his cabin," he said. "It is in line with the mountain, and, I remember it was in this direction we were looking when the men captured us. Oh Nat! Perhaps I shall soon find him. Come on. Mr. Tevis said it was at the end of the valley. I am going to find him! Hurry, Nat!" But Nat needed no urging. He followed close after Jack, who was moving around the edge of the lake, to reach the other part of the broken flume. There was no path, but the way was comparatively smooth. As the boys passed under the sluiceway trestle Jack exclaimed: "See, here is a sort of path, and it leads right up the valley. We are on the right road." "Be careful," cautioned Nat. "Remember what Mr. Tevis said about men shooting first and inquiring afterward in this country." "I am going to find my father," was Jack's answer, as he hurried on.