hands in return, and Abe Blower discharged his pistol.
"See, they are doing some kind of signalling!" cried Phil, a little later.
All watched with interest. They saw that Abe Blower had taken up a long bit of brushwood and was waving it in a circle to the northwestward.
"They want us to come around in that direction!" said Roger. "Don't you think so, Dave?"
"That's the way it strikes me," was our hero's reply. "See, what is left of the trail is in that direction. But, my! how the whole face of the mountain is changed!"
"Not much trail left!" grumbled Phil. "If we are not careful we'll break our necks reaching them!"
"We'll have to take it slowly," answered Dave.
The three youths set out, and they were glad to see the two miners do the same. The men were on horseback, and the other steeds came behind them.
As the boys had surmised, progress was difficult, and often they had to halt, not knowing how to proceed. Here and there they could see a small portion of a trail, but for the most part the way was new and exceedingly rough.
"If they ever do any mining here they'll have
