Part 20 (1/2)

”Where's the trail?”

”That is what I want to know.”

”I think it is over yonder.”

”I think it is in the opposite direction.”

All of the boys began to talk at once, and then followed a dead silence for several seconds.

”One thing is certain--the trail can't be in two directions,” said Tom.

”He can pe if he vos krooked,” said Hans wisely.

”It was a fairly straight trail,” observed Fred. ”I can't see how we happened to leave it.”

”I was following Sam,” said Songbird. ”You can't blame me.”

”So was I following Sam,” added several of the others.

”And I was having a good time on the horse,” said the youngest Rover.

”I thought in the bunch there would be at least one who would look after the trail.”

”So it is really n.o.body's fault,” said d.i.c.k quickly, to avoid a possible quarrel. ”The question is: how are we going to find the trail again?”

”I know how,” put in Hans calmly.

”How?”

”Look for him.”

”Thanks, awfully,” said Tom. ”That is a bright as a burnt-out match.”

”Just the same, that is what we will have to do, Tom,” said d.i.c.k.

”Let us divide up, and some go to the right and some to the left.”

This was considered a good plan and was carried out without delay.

Ten minutes later, Songbird set up a shout:

”Upon this ground, The trail is found.

All come right here And see it clear.”

”Good for Songbird!” cried Tom. ”He gets a last year's tomato as a reward. Songbird, will you have it in tissue paper or a trunk?”

”Well, the trail is plain enough,” was d.i.c.k's comment, as he came riding up. ”I can't see how we missed such a well-defined path.”

The run had tired their horses somewhat, and all were willing to proceed further on a walk. They were coming to a fringe of bushes on the plain, and here found a stream of water.

”Not a ranch or a plantation of any kind in sight,” announced Fred as he gazed around while some of the steeds obtained a drink. ”What a wilderness certain portions of our country are!”