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Updated: May 23, 2025
She did not see the black face beneath the white hood, nor the file of ebon horsemen beyond the trail's bend riding slowly in the wake of their leader. These things she did not see at first, and so she leaned downward toward the approaching rider, a cry of welcome forming in her throat.
"Beat it," he said, "while the trail's open." Carlin flashed a glance over his shoulder at the fishermen who stood looking on in stoical silence. Then he decided to go. Mumbling to himself, he turned sullenly from the men about him and walked slowly down the dock. Dickie Lang faced the silent fishermen. "Now, boys, what is it? I'll hear what you've got to say.
Presently he saw the muzzle of a rifle appear suddenly and mysteriously a few inches above the pouch, and before he could realize the cunning trick that the Arab had played upon him the sight of the weapon was adroitly hooked into the rawhide thong which formed the carrying strap of the pouch, and the latter was drawn quickly from his view into the dense foliage at the trail's side.
In the background he saw Trail's sinister face peering over the shoulder of an Indian. "You dog!" said the planter, addressing himself directly to Roach. "What have you to say for yourself?"
It was quite dark when he swung himself into the saddle with ten miles of rough country to negotiate, and the trail's difficulties in nowise lessened his mental discontent.
"Yes, I guess the trail's about as near home as I'll ever get, mebbe, but I'd have no sorter use for it if I j'ined your bunch." "How's that?" "Well, now, I guess that 'd be kinder hard to explain to you, Dick." The trail suits me, all right, yes. But I hit it when I want to, an' keep off it when I'm taken that-a-way.
"'Taking the horse-trail below the Vernal Falls," Gus read from the guide-book, "'one mile of brisk traveling brings the tourist to the world-famed Nevada Fall. Close by, rising up in all its pomp and glory, the Cap of Liberty stands guard " "Skip all that!" Hazard impatiently interrupted. "The trail's what we want." "Oh, here it is!
"He thought you might want to know how it looked above, and perhaps keep on that way instead of tackling the portage, for the trail's going to be mighty hard. It looks as though the river would be better." We waited until near dark for Richards, but he did not come. Then we ate our supper without him.
Trail assumed a sad expression befitting the tragic compliment with which he prepared to greet the young Virginian; but the latter answered him very curtly, declining his offers of hospitality, and only stayed in Mr. Trail's house long enough to drink a glass of wine and to take up a sum of money of which he stood in need.
"Well, you go right through that and drop down, and you'll see the camp below you. It's a stiff climb, but the trail's good, and it's just about two miles over there. It's so plain you can make it home by moonlight." Without further ceremony or advice, he returned into the boiler-room, and the partners, after but slight preparations, began their journey. It was a stiff climb!
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