"I must
see where that line runs. It may be nothing, but I suspect it is one of
the clues I am searching for."
He went forward at a rapid pace, and, in a little while, came to where
the telephone wire was strung through the woods. Then he came to a halt
and considered.
"Which way had I better go?" he thought. "Let me see, if I am right in my
theory this line runs to Darewell and from there--That's what I have to
find out. With the Darewell end I'm not concerned at present, but I must
find where the other end is. Darewell is off to the left. To the right
lies the unknown. I must go to the right."
With that he set off through the woods, following the telephone line. It
was hard work, for the wire led through the thickest part of the forest,
as though those who had strung it wanted to discourage curiosity seekers.
Now it would cross some bog or swamp, and Frank had to make a wide
circuit in order to avoid getting over his knees in water. Again it would
wind in and out among the trees, as if the persons who put it up wanted
to confuse any one who sought to trace where the wire ended.
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