"I see. And you think those fellows in the other camp had a hand in it?"
"Don't doubt it at all. You know yourself it would be just like that Pet Peters. If I'd only thought of the blooming old thing in time, I tnight have investigated. Talk to me about your Alpine climbers, I thought I was going I into the crevasse, all right."
"But how are you going to get out?" asked Frank, always practical.
"A fellow can't climb out. I know that, for we used to try it. Somebody always had to put down the long pole that we made into a ladder," declared Will.
"Is it around here now?" continued Frank.
"Wait and I'll give a look."
Will very carefully placed his camera with its accompanying case of films. He made sure that it was out of the way, so that no one might incautiously step on the same, and ruin his heart's delight. Then he passed into the bushes to scour the immediate neighborhood.
Meanwhile Frank bent over the edge again.
"I've examined this covering up here, Jerry, and there's not the least doubt but that it was made with a distinct purpose," he declared.
"I reckon it was, and it got me, all right. It looked just like the rest of the trail, and I never
