a brief spell," he went on to Noel, who was only too glad to do so.
Half an hour later the top of the rocks was reached, and they moved back to where the way was smooth and safe. A lunch was had from the pouches, and on they went as fast as the fatigued horses would carry them.
"I can see no trail," said Noel, as he rode abreast of his companions.
"There ain't no need ter see a trail hyer," replied Ike Watson. "This yere way is a blind pocket fer all o' these three miles. Ye couldn't go no different if ye tried. Byme-by, when we come out on Sampson s flats, we'll look for the trail ag'in."
"We ought to catch up to those men before we reach the flats," remarked Allen. "They must be tired out by that climb."
"We ain't fur off," rejoined Watson. "Jes' keep silent half an hour longer, an' we'll"
He broke off short, reigned in his steed, and pointed ahead.
Allen looked eagerly in the direction. Under the spreading branches of a giant pine rested two men. Not far from them two horses were hoppled. The men looked thoroughly tired.
