But, dad, they'll hunt out the hills the first thing." "They will not!" said the Major triumphantly.

"They'll read our sign; they'll see where four shod horses came up the road.

I'll claim one of them was a horse I was leading--that'll be that bald-faced roan out in the corral.

We all want to stick to that." "But he's bigger than any of our horses," objected Pringle.

"They'll know better by the tracks." "Exactly! So they'll find a fresh-shod track going east--a track matching the fourth track we left on the road.