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A quarter of an hour later they were in the saddle and away.

Siegfried did not lead his friend directly up the canon that

opened into Jack Rabbit Run, but across the hills to a pass,

which had to be taken on foot. They left the horses picketed on a

grassy slope, and climbed the faint trail that went steeply up

the bowlder-strewn mountain.

The ascent was so steep that the last bit had to be done on all

fours. It was a rock face, though by no means an impossible one,

since projecting ledges and knobs offered a foothold all the way.

From the summit, the trail edged its way down so precipitously

that twice fallen pines had to be used as ladders for the

descent.

As soon as they were off the rocks, the big blonde gave the

signal for silence. "Ay bane t'ink we might meet up weeth some

one," he whispered, and urged Steve to follow him as closely as

possible.

It was half an hour later that Sig pointed out a small clearing

ahead of them. "Cabin's right oop on the edge of the aspens. See

it?"