Beyond that were the mountains, two peaks of which, even at this season, were white-capped with snow.

On the trail, however, the full heat of summer prevailed.
"This grand, massive scenery makes a human being feel small, doesn't it ?" asked Tom.
Harry, however, had his eyes and all his thoughts turned toward the man whom they were nearing.
"This---er---Bad Pete isn't an---er---that is, a road agent, is he ?" he asked apprehensively.
"He may be, for all I know," the driver answered.

"At present he mostly hangs out around the S.B.

& L.outfit." "Why, that's our outfits---the one we're going to join, I mean," cried Hazelton.
"I hope Pete isn't the cook, then," remarked Tom fastidiously.
"He doesn't look as though he takes a very kindly interest in soap." "Sh-h-h!" begged Harry.

"I'll tell you, he'll hear you." "See here," Tom went on, this time addressing the driver, "you've told us that you don't know just where to find the S.B.