when, at a point where the brush along the bank was thin, the trail led out once more on the dirt and rocks.
"An old trick, but it didn't work this trip," chuckled Ike Watson to himself, as he once more resumed his seat in the saddle.
"What I am thinking of is, what made them suspicious, after they were so far from Casey's Forks," said Allen.
"Perhaps their guilty consciences." laughed Noel.
"Thet, an' because they thought I might be follerin' em," added Ike Watson. "Hullo! What does this mean?"
He had followed the trail around a belt of timber. Beyond was a wall of rocks, and here were traces of a recent camp—a smoldering fire and some odds and ends of crackers and meat.
"We ain't far behind em, boys!" he went on. "This fire wuz tended ter less than a couple o' hours ago."
"Then let us push on, by all means," returned Allen. "If we can catch those two men before they have a chance to join any of their evil companions, so much the better."
