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The trail now divided in every direction, and it would have been impossible to follow it unless each soldier had pursued some half a dozen warriors, when it is not likely he would have returned. So we turned back, and marched for Cottonwood. The bodies of the dead had been brought in and buried, and everything had been found as Captain Mitchell had stated.
"Because it's too long a story, and I must get Pryor to the eight o'clock limited," Leigh said. The crowing of chickens in a far away farmyard came faintly at that moment, and Thaine with a strange new sense of the importance of living, sent the black horses cantering down the trail to the old Cloverdale Ranch house. Jo Bennington slept late. She had been up late.
Smoothly the water fell over a notch worn by its never ceasing motion in what seemed the very crest of the mountain far above him. Smoothly it fell into the rainbow mists that lost its base in a wonderful iridescence of shadows and quivering, never resting lights as far below him. He caught his breath, and remembered the big man's words. "You missed the trail to Higgins' Camp a long way back.
"And we'll meet 'em with a second stand, I suppose?" "If we can find a good place for defense." One of the men, Oldham, who had been sent ahead, soon returned with news that the train had crossed a deep creek with rather high banks. "It was a hard ford," he said, "but I followed the trail some distance on the other side, and they seem to have made the passage without any bad accident."
The driver was always a crack whip, a man who called himself an 'old-timer, though often his years numbered fewer than twenty. Most of the drivers, however, knew the trail from having packed in on shanks's mare and camped under the stars. At the log taverns known as road-houses travellers could sleep for the night and obtain meals.
Celie's eyes were aglow as she looked at him, He was splendidly calm. There was no longer a trace of excitement in his face, and he was smiling at her even as he picked her up suddenly in his arms. The movement was so unexpected that she gave a little gasp. Then she found herself borne swiftly over the trail.
Involuntarily I parted the vines at the mouth of the cave, for I had been lying with my head close upon them, and gazed down the side of the small hill, where it was possible to see, even despite the gloom of the night, no less than ten forms coming up the incline as if following a trail.
"But you need not be jealous of me, for I shall not interfere with you in any way. I came to the post to hunt Greasers, and not to trail Indians." "Oh, you did, eh? So you're the chap that's goin' to show the boys the way acrost the Rio, be you?" "I am," replied George. "Well, all I've got to say is, that them that follers you is fools.
"I don't think there is any risk," I answered. "There are no Indian villages within many miles, and as for our old enemies, they are probably searching for us in the neighborhood of the trail to Fort York." To this Carteret and some of the other men assented. They were all eager to go with me. "I wish you would stay behind, Denzil," Flora said wistfully.
Soon the tension was broken and there was a sudden change. A couple of fine large beavers came in sight along the trail on the shore with a large stone, which they were evidently wishing to take to the dam.
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