the top of a high hill as a landing place. Once landed, trees and
bushes at its crest hid them from view except from overhead. Dave
had used diligence and haste in getting out of possible sight, for
day was breaking.

They had reach Brantford, sailed over it, and Dave calculated had
skirted the vicinity of Big Moose Woods. Nowhere, however, had
lights, a campfire or any other token indicated the camp or
rendezvous of the Drifter party.

"We are within twenty miles of Brantford," Dave announced.

"And what's the programme?" inquired Hiram.

"Sleep, for we need it. We seem to be safely shut in here. Later
we'll plan just what we will do."

"If the Dawson crowd are warned all around about us and the revenue
officers, they may run for some other territory," suggested Hiram.

"We want to be on the lookout for that," replied the young aviator.

They made themselves a comfortable bed, and both were soon asleep.
Hiram woke up first; and found the sun shining in his eyes, and was
about to shift his position, intent on a longer nap, when he checked
himself not moving a muscle.

Through his half closed eyelids, still feigning sleep, Hiram kept
his glance fixed on one spot. He almost held his breath. Thus for
nearly five minutes he lay inert, but every nerve on the keenest