seeking, for, see, there is a series of rocks behind it, and they are red."
Dick was right—the rocks were certainly there, and there could not be the slightest doubt regarding their color.
The ranch was a long, low-lying place and so far off they could see it but imperfectly.
"We may as well draw closer," said Dick, and began to climb to the ground, followed by his brother.
There was no path through the woods, and the tree branches were so low-hanging that they were willing enough to walk their horses. Soon the tangle grew so thick they were forced to dismount and proceed on foot.
"I trust we don't get into a pocket," said Sam. "It would be a job to get back the way we came."
"I see a clearing ahead," announced Songbird a little later, and presently they reached an opening, in the midst of which grew a tall pine tree.
"I'm going to shin that tree," announced Sam, and went up, and so did all of the others, reaching the topmost branches only after a difficult climb lasting ten minutes.
They were well rewarded for their efforts, for from the top of the tree they could see a long distance in all directions. But they had eyes only
