"Boys, come," she called, a moment after.
Luck, still not trusting the camera to Bill Holmes, swung back slowly to the pass and made a panorama of the desolate hillside and the chill, forbidding mountains behind.

At the pass he stopped.

"How close ?" he shouted to Annie.

"Come now," she called down to him, and Luck began to turn the crank again, watching like a hawk for the first bobbing black specks which would show that the boys were nearing the crest of the ridge.
They came, on the very instant that he would have chosen for their coming.

Side by side they rode, drooping of shoulders, and yet with their bodies braced backward for the descent which at the top was rather steep.
"Register cold--horses leg-weary--boys all in--" read the script which Luck knew by heart.