The horses threw up their heads and perked cars forward inquiringly, and in a moment Happy Tack came into view, his gloomy, sunburned face wearing a reluctant grin.
"Well, we got on the trail," he announced as soon as he was close enough.

"And we follered it to water.

Applehead says fer you to come on and make camp.

Tracks are fresher around that' water-hole'n what they have been, an' Applehead, he's all enthused.

I betche we land them fellers t'morrow." Out of the arroyo in a place where the scant grassland lapped down over the edge, Happy Jack led the way and the rest followed eagerly.