Don't forget little Lopez, Frank. Prospectors could
have a lantern; in fact, I understand they often do carry such a thing
along with 'em when they go into the mountains to pan for dust in the
creek beds."
"So," said Frank, who evidently was doing considerable thinking.
They stood there for some little time, looking up at the light. Bob
was merely indulging in various speculations regarding its source. On
the other hand Frank busied himself in locating the strange glow, so
that he might be able to know when he reached the spot, in case it was
invisible at the time they arrived.
"Do we go?" asked Bob, when he, too, found his impatience getting the
better of him; whereupon Frank, who had evidently been waiting for some
sign, immediately took him up on it.
"If you're ready, we'll start right away," he said, quietly. "Luckily
I've been studying the face of Thunder Mountain at times during the
afternoon, and I reckon I can pilot the expedition all right."
But when Frank said this so confidently he failed to consider the
intense darkness that might baffle all his plans of campaign. Still,
Bob had the utmost confidence in his chum's ability to pull out of any
ordinary difficulty. And, since his Kentucky spirit had been fully
aroused, he was ready to accompany Frank anywhere, at any time.
Before they had been ten minutes on the way each of the boys sincerely
wished that the idea to investigate had never appealed to them, for
they began to have a rough time of it.
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