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"I see it," came from the others.
Forward they went, in the direction of the light, which flickered uncertainly through the falling snow. They had to climb around many rocks and bushes, and occasionally they lost sight of the beacon ahead.
But at last, mounting another rise, they came in full view of a campfire, located at the entrance to a cave-like opening in the side of the mountain.
A man was standing close to the campfire, a tall, thin individual, with a shock of hair and a heavy beard. He was dressed in a typical miner's costume and in his hands was a pistol.
"Who goes there?" he cried, in a high-pitched, nervous voice. "Don't come any closer until I know who you are," and he raised his pistol and pointed it at those who approached.
"Don't shoot, stranger," called out Jack Wumble, as he and the Rovers came to a halt. "Are you Ike Furner?" he went on.
"I am. Who are you?"
"I'm a miner from Black Run. My handle is Jack Wumble. These are two friends o' mine, d.i.c.k an' Sam Rover. We ain't goin' to harm you. We are lookin' fer a young feller thet's lost, that's all."
"We are looking for my brother," added d.i.c.k. "His name is Tom Rover.
I think he was traveling with you." They had now come close enough to see that Ike Furner was alone.
"Don't know no Tom Rover," was the slow response. "There's a young feller with me, but his name is Brill Thomas."
"And where is he now?" asked Sam, impatiently.
"Was you below here a while ago, shoutin'?" asked Ike Furner, without answering the last question.
"Yes."
"Well, he went off to meet you."
"To meet us!" exclaimed d.i.c.k. "Which way did he go?"
"Same way you came."
"But we didn't meet him," cried Sam and d.i.c.k, in a breath.
"I dunno nuthin' about that, stranger. When my partner heard you a-callin' an' heard that queer whistle you gave he got all excited, an'
said he must see who it was. I told him he'd better wait till you came along, but he wouldn't do it--said he couldn't--that he had remembered somethin' an' he was afraid he was goin' to forgit it ag'in."
"Poor Tom! That whistle must have made him remember who he was!" said Sam. He turned to his brother. "Where can he be now? Oh, d.i.c.k, do you remember that strange noise----"
"Yes! yes! If he had a tumble----" d.i.c.k could not finish.
"We'd better search into this," came promptly from Jack Wumble. He held out the pipe he had picked up. "Is this yours?" he asked, of the other man.
"It sure is!" cried Ike Furner, his eyes lighting up with pleasure. "I thought sure she was gone fer good. I suppose ye found her on the trail."
"I did."
"Thanks," and the other miner put the precious pipe in his pocket.
Then he gazed curiously at the crowd before him. "I don't understand this nohow," he muttered. "That feller who was with me was all right till you called an' whistled, then he acted plumb locoed."
"He is our brother," explained d.i.c.k, "and he is a bit out of his mind.
But we can't waste time explaining just now. We must hunt him up before this storm gets any worse."
"That's the talk," said Sam.
"I don't see why he didn't meet you."
"We are afraid he had a tumble," answered d.i.c.k, and told about the strange swis.h.i.+ng and cras.h.i.+ng they had heard.
"By gum! Maybe he went down into thet split in the rocks!" cried Ike Furner. "I yelled to him to be careful o' thet openin'. But he was in sech a hurry----" The miner did not finish.
"I'll get a fresh torch and we'll go back," said Jack Wumble. His face wore a sober look. "A tumble down thet openin' would be putty bad," he added.
"Want me to go along?" asked Ike Furner.
"You can go if you want to," answered d.i.c.k. "But fix your traps so that no wild animals can get at the food."
"Oh, the grub is safe enough. I'll keep a good fire burnin'," answered the prospector. They could readily see that he was a peculiar man, but with a kindly heart. Family troubles had caused him to try his fortunes in this out of the way portion of the globe.
It did not take long for them to build up the campfire and get an extra torch. This done, all set off in the direction of the split in the rocks, Jack Wumble leading the way and the others coming in a bunch behind him.
The Rover boys knew not what to say or what to think. Had Tom tumbled into that awful opening, and if so, was he alive or dead?
"If he went down there I don't see how he could escape," whispered Sam to his brother. "Why, when I crossed on that tree I couldn't see the bottom!"
"Let us hope he didn't take that tumble," was the low reply.
CHAPTER XXIII
A SLIDE DOWN THE MOUNTAIN SIDE
"My gracious, d.i.c.k! It sure is snowing some now!"
"Yes, and it is getting colder every minute."
"If we don't get out of the mountains putty quick we'll be snowed in,"
came from Jack Wumble.
"Did you calkerlate to git back to Dawson afore winter sot in?"
inquired Ike Furner, curiously.
"Why of course!" cried Sam.
"I don't see how you are goin' to make it."
"Oh, we must get back," said d.i.c.k. "If only we could find Tom," he added, with a sigh.