"Let her go!" ordered Tom, and they were once more underway.
It was about five miles to where the trail divided, and it was midnight when they got there, for the going was not easy.
"Now, which way," asked Delazes, as the caravan came to a halt. "To the left or right?"
"Let me see," mused Tom, trying to remember I the map the African missionary had sent him. "Do these roads come together farther on?"
"No, but there is a cross trail about twenty miles ahead by which one can get from either of these trails to the other."
"Good!" cried the young inventor. "Then we'll go to the right, and we can make our way back. But wait a minute. Send a couple of carts on the left trail for about two miles. We'll wait here until they come back"
"The senor is pleased to joke," remarked the Mexican quickly.
"I never was more earnest in all my life," replied Tom.
"What's the answer?" asked Ned.
"I want to fool the Fogers. If they see cart tracks on both roads they won't know which one we took. They may hit on the right one first shot, and again, they may go to the left until they
