were noted every once in a while—a bit of gaudy bead trimming, a discarded moccasin or some dyed feathers.
"I do hope we come up with them before dark," said Joe. "If we have to stay out on the trail all night, and part of next day, we may find nothing left of our things and the pack burros when we reach camp again."
In order to make better time our friends had left behind, at the place where the Indians had raided them, the pack animals, their cameras, a few films not taken by the Indians, and as much of their provisions as they thought would not be needed on the trail.
"I think this evening will end it," declared Hank. "We might push on a little faster, as the going is good right here."
The horses were urged to greater speed, and they responded gamely. They seemed to realize the necessity for haste, and took advantage of the momentary betterment in the surface over which they were traveling.
The sun was sinking lower and lower in the west and the shadows were lengthening. Eagerly the boys and the cowboy scout peered ahead, straining their eyes for a glimpse of those whom they were pursuing. Then there came a bit of rough ground, and the pace was slower. Next
