"The trail!" cried Allen, presently, and pointed it out.
"Right ye air, Allen," returned Watson. "An' I reckon we air gittin' close ter the end on it too," he added suggestively.
But little more was said and they quickly followed the trail up to where a wall of rocks arose, standing boldly out from the foothills and facing the seven pines.
"If I ain't mistaken thar's a cave over yonder," whispered Watson, pointing with his hand.
"Forward we go!" cried Allen, and dashed ahead, with his weapon ready for use. Two minutes later a turn of the trail brought them into plain view of a large cave in the cliff side.
"Eureka!" began Watson, when Allen checked his speech.
"Somebody is coming!" he whispered. "A woman! Get behind the brush!"
He led the way and Watson followed, and both waited with bated breath. Presently a woman passed them, carrying an empty water bucket. She was bound for the spring just mentioned.
"That must be the woman Slavin mentioned," went on Allen, in a low voice.
