"Well, we don't appear to be makin much headway," growled the fellow addressed as Darry
"We'll come out all right, never fear. It's this yere blamed gully bothers me. We might git over afoot, but we can't cross it on the hosses."
Allen crouched back behind a bush, and a moment later the two men appeared in the opening near the gully. The fellow called Darry still rode Chet's horse, while he addressed as Saul was astride of Paul's animal. Behind the pair came a tall negro, riding a mustang and leading two others, little animals looking much the worse for constant and hard usage.
"Dis yere ditch doan seem ter git no narrower, nohow," said the colored man, with a good-natured grin. "I dun racken we might as well build a bridge an done with it."
"By the boots, but I reckon Jeff is about half right," cried Darry. "This split may last clear across the hill."
"It's not so easy to build a bridge," grumbled he called Saul, who appeared to be the leader of the trio. "We ain't got no axes."
"Well, I move we take a rest, anyway," said Darry. "I'm tired of riding a strange hoss over these yere hills."
