CHAPTER XII
At the Drivers' Camp
Two days later a message came which necessitated
a trip up the Dead River branch, traversing
the ground over which Trafford had gone ten
days before. Already, however, the camps he had
visited were deserted, the drivers having followed
the body of logs moving towards the river itself.
At the Forks, Trafford was joined by the assistant
who had warned him that morning in Millbank.
They had a long conference, in which there appeared
no small amount of differing opinion. The assistant
had tracked from a camp on Moosehead, to a
cabin beyond the Madison Beeches above Millbank,
two Canadians, who had left the lake suddenly on
May 12. He was certain he had located one of the
men, a great powerful fellow, in one of the Dead
River driving gangs.
"And the other?"
"I can get no trace of him. They separated at Millbank—perhaps forever."
