and dirt as best they could, and finding their way around many an ugly pitfall.
"I suppose you think it's queer I came up so far," said Boxer, as they hurried downward. "The truth is I was so closely pursued I didn't realize how far I was going. Those rebels can climb the mountains like so many wildcats. I'm afraid we'll never clean them out if they take a stand up here."
It was hot, and now Leroy gazed from time to time at the sky. "A storm or something is coming," he said.
"Yes, something is coming," added Boxer. "I can tell it by the way the birds are flying about. They seem to be troubled."
"I see a cloud away off to the southward," put in Larry. "It's not large, but it's mighty black."
No more was said just then upon the subject; and they continued their journey down the mountain-side until they came to a fair-sized stream, where they quenched their thirst and took a wash. They were about to go on again when Boxer held up his hand as a warning.
"Great gophers, boys, we are running right into
