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"We don't appear to be getting any warmer, as the children
say," remarked Jackson, as he straightened up and looked about,
for his back ached from so much stooping over to look for the odd
marks.
"We haven't seen anything yet, I'll admit," said Tom. "But it
won't be dark for another hour or so, and I vote that we keep
on."
"Oh, I wasn't thinking of giving up!" exclaimed Jackson. "If
there's anything here--at the end of the route, as you might say
--we'll find it. Only I hope it doesn't turn out to be just a
wood pile, from which some farmer has been hauling logs."
"That would be a disappointment," assented Tom.
The day was waning, and they realized that they ought not to
spend too much time on what might turn out to be a wild goose
chase. They were in a lonely neighborhood, and while they were
not at all apprehensive of danger, they felt it would be best to
get to shelter before dark.
"We'll want to send word to Mr. Swift that we're all right."
"Yes," said Tom, "I'd like to get to a place where I can
telephone to him or Mrs.


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