They walked out through the suburbs of the town, and soon were in the
open country. Then came a stretch of woodland, and, after a mile of this,
the chums turned aside into a denser forest.
"Here's the corduroy road," said Bart, pointing to where the log
highway began.
"Ah, indeed," remarked Mr. Hardman. "Quite interesting. Made of little
logs laid side by side. To prevent wagons from sinking down into the mud,
I suppose?"
"It isn't used much nowadays," volunteered Fenn. "It was built by the
loggers when they were cutting some timber, but that was several
years ago."
"Where does it lead to?"
"Right into the middle of the woods, and then it stops," replied Bart,
thinking of the winter day they had last traveled over the road, and
recalling what events had followed the discovery of the Perry family,
suffering in the forest hut.
"We'll take a walk along it," Mr. Hardman went on. "It seems to be just
the sort of locality I'm looking for. Quite lonesome enough to suit me."
It was pleasant in the forest that June day. On either side of the road
grew tall ferns and there were many wild flowers.
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