"Thanks, awfully," said Tom. "That is a bright as a burnt-out match."
"Just the same, that is what we will have to do, Tom," said Dick. "Let us divide up, and some go to the right and some to the left."
This was considered a good plan and was carried out without delay. Ten minutes later, Songbird set up a shout:
"Upon this ground,
The trail is found.
All come right here
And see it clear."
"Good for Songbird!" cried Tom. "He gets a last year's tomato as a reward. Songbird, will you have it in tissue paper or a trunk?"
"Well, the trail is plain enough," was Dick's comment, as he came riding up. "I can't see how we missed such a well-defined path."
The run had tired their horses somewhat, and all were willing to proceed further on a walk. They were coming to a fringe of bushes on the plain, and here found a stream of water.
"Not a ranch or a plantation of any kind in sight," announced Fred as he gazed around while some of the steeds obtained a drink. "What a wilderness certain portions of our country are!"
"Plenty of chances for emigrants," returned
