Forcing our tired horses onward, we 

 again found a trail, supposedly the right 

 one, but there was that haunting fear 

 that it was not. For the only signs were J 

 the bending of the grass and the occa- 

 sional rubbing of the trees where the ? 

 animals had passed. And these might 

 have been done by a band of elk. 



It was growing dusk and still no pack 

 train in sight. No criminal on trial for 

 his life could have felt more wretchedly 

 apprehensive than I. At last we came 

 to a stream. Nimrod, who had dis- 

 mounted to examine more closely, said: 



" The trail turns off here, but it is very 

 dim in the grass." 



" Where V 9 I asked, anxiously. 



He pointed to the ground. I could 

 make out nothing. " Oh, let us hurry ! 

 They must have gone on." 



" I think it would be safer to follow 

 these tracks for a time at least, to see 



