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In another hour they reached the steep slope of Coconina, and saw the familiar red wall across the valley, and caught glimpses of gray sage patches down through the pines. "I smell smoke," said Hare. "The boys must be at the spring," rejoined Mescal. "Maybe. I want to be sure who's there. We'll leave the trail and slip down through the woods to the left.
"Mescal, if we're on the spur of Coconina, it's only ten miles or so to Silver Cup," said Hare, as he saddled Silvermane. "Mount now and we'll go up out of the hollow and get our bearings." While ascending the last step to the rim Hare revolved in his mind the probabilities of marking a straight course to Silver Cup. "Oh! Jack!" exclaimed Mescal, suddenly. "Vermillion Cliffs and home!"
Hare searched the red sage-spotted waste for Holderness's ranch. He located it, a black patch on the rising edge of the valley under the wall, and turned Silvermane into the tracks that pointed straight toward it. The sun cleared Coconina and shone warm on his back; the Pink Cliffs lifted higher and higher before him. From the ridge-tops he saw the black patch grow into cabins and corrals.
Holderness's grasp on the outlying ranges and water-rights had slowly and surely tightened; every month he acquired new territory; he drove cattle regularly to Lund, and it was no secret that much of the stock came from the eastern slope of Coconina. He could not hire enough riders to do his work.
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