At the place where we will strike the stream we will find immense beaver dams, big and strong enough to cross your whole command if you wish." "Well, go ahead," he said.

"I leave it to you.

But, remember, I don't want a dry camp." "No danger of that," I returned and rode on.

As I predicted, we found water seven or eight miles further on.

Hidden in the hills was a beautiful little tributary of the Beaver.