"There's no mistaking a telephone wire."
"That's queer," murmured Frank. "I wonder if--" then he paused. "Let's
follow it and see where it leads to," he added, after a moment.
"What for?" asked Bart.
"Why, just to find out," Frank answered. "If there's a telephone wire
there may be people near at hand!"
"I don't know's it makes much difference if there are," was Ned's
comment. "These woods are open to any one who wants to come in, just as
they are to us. Why should we bother to follow a telephone wire?"
"Oh, I just mentioned it," Frank hastened to add. "I'm not particular."
The wire was fastened to trees, about twenty feet above the ground, and
ran in a zig-zag direction through the woods. It had evidently been put
up by men not familiar with the telephone business, for no attempt had
been made to go in a straight line, and, in some places the porcelain
insulators were carelessly fastened to the trees. The wire was run
through the branches with little regard for the safety of the conductor,
and the boys noticed several places where better support might have been
had for it, than was taken advantage of by those who put it up.
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