"The trail leads along the rocks," observed Noel. "Have you any idea where we are going?"
"Idee! I know this yere country like a book," said Ike Watson. "Don't ye git feered o' bein' lost so long ez ye stay nigh me."
"I don't mean that. I mean, do you know where the men went from here?"
"Up to Grizzly Pass, most likely, an' then along over ter the Black Rock Canyon. Eh, Allen?"
"It would seem so," responded Allen seriously.
"Grizzly Pass; rather a suggestive name," said Noel.
"Ye-as; especially when a big grizzly shows hisself," drawled Watson, and there the conversation dropped.
Despite the fierce sunshine, it was deliciously cool along the base of the rocky wall, and the horses made good progress over the hard but level trail. Here and there immense brier bushes overhung the way, but these were easily avoided by the animals, who were more afraid of them than were their riders.
Presently the trail took an upward course, leading between a split in the rocks.
