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 
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: 
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“ The trail turns off here, but it is very © 
dim in the grass.” 
“ Where ?” I asked, anxiously. 
He pointed to the ground. I could 
make out nothing. “Oh, let us hurry! 
They must have gone on.” 
“T think it would be safer to follow 
these tracks for a time at least, to see 
