"Then that's where we'll find him. In that old, abandoned camp," he exclaimed. "It's a ten-to-one bet that he got some supplies up there some time within the last few days, when he made up his mind to do this job, and that he plans to lay quiet there until it is safe for him to get out of the country." The others nodded their heads sagely. "If you're sure of that," the drill runner said, "the best thing to do is for us to leave the trail over here a ways and come up to the old camp from behind it. He might be on the watch for this trail." "Good again!" asserted the millman. "Here, you take the lead now and we'll follow." For another hour they plugged along the trail with an increasing alertness, and wondering how soon the drill runner would turn off. At last he looked back and gestured to them. They understood. He slipped off the trail into the brush and began going slowly. Once he stopped to whisper to them to be cautious, inasmuch as within a few hundred yards they would reach their goal. Now they began to exercise the utmost caution of movement, spreading out according to individual judgment to avoid windfalls and thickets. Again the lead man stopped and signaled them. He beckoned with his arm, and they closed up and peered where he indicated. Out in the center of a clearing stood a big, rambling structure that had done service and been abandoned. A slow wisp of smoke, gray and thin, floated upward from the rough chimney, a part of whose top rocks had been dislodged by winter storms. They dropped to the ground and held a whispered consultation. They argued heatedly over the best course to pursue. The millman favored surrounding the cabin, and then permitting him with two others to advance boldly to the door and endeavor to capture their man. The packer, Sinclair, suggested another course, which was nothing less valorous than a straight rush for the doors and windows; but Chloride fought that plan. "It ain't that I'm afraid to take my chances," he declared; "but if we do that, some of us, with such a crowd, is sure to get shot. We don't want to lose no lives on a skunk of a dynamiter like this feller must be. I'm for surroundin' the house, then callin' him out. If he's an honest man, he'll come. If he ain't, he'll fight. Then we'll get him in the long run if we have to fire the cabin to-night." "And maybe burn a couple of million dollars worth of timber with it at the same time," growled the drill runner. "That's a fine idea! I'm for Jack's plan. First, line out around the cabin, out of sight of course, then two men walk up and get him. I'm one of 'em." "And I the other," declared Rogers. "Let's lose no time."