CHAPTER V.
TOM DOESN'T MIND "ARTILLERY" "I give it up," Reade replied.
"Well, it's dinner time," declared Rutter, displaying the face of his watch.
"Do we have to walk all the way back to camp ?" queried Harry, who knew that no provisions had been brought with them.
"No; camp is going to be brought to us," smiled Rutter.

"At least, a part of the camp will be brought here.

Look up the trail there, at that highest rise.

Do you see dust near there ?" "Yes," nodded Tom.
"A burro pack-train, conveying our food and that of the other surveying parties ahead of us," nodded Rutter.

"You'll find the cook's helper, Bob, in charge of it." "Is that the way the meals are brought out every day ?" asked Hazelton.
"No; but now we're getting pretty far from camp, and it would waste a lot of our time to go back and forth.