"When he heard it he turned on the lights," said Cabot to himself.
"It's a great scheme for scaring off Indians and attracting white men.
I wonder if any other person ever found the place? What a marvellous
thing my stumbling on it was, anyhow. Now, which way did I come?"
Gazing blankly at the surrounding chaos of snow-covered rocks, our lad
could form no idea of the route by which he had been led to that place,
through the storm and darkness of the preceding night, nor of how he
might leave it.
"There is no use wandering aimlessly," he decided at length, "and I'll
either have to gain a bird's-eye view of the country or get Mr. Balfour
to make me a map. To think that I should have discovered him, and here
of all places in the world. What a sensation it will make when I tell
of it. Of course I shall do so, for I'll get out of this fix all right
somehow. What a state of mind poor White must be in this morning. I
know I should be in his place. He's all right, though, with Yim to
pull him through, and they'll make Indian Harbour easy enough. Then I
shall be reported lost, and after a while Mr. Hepburn will hear the
news. Wonder what he thinks has become of me anyhow? I am following
out instructions, and wintering in Labrador fast enough. Only I don't
seem to have much time to investigate mining properties, and of course
it's no use trying to find 'em buried under feet of snow.
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