The trail now led constantly upward, and was in parts stony and uncertain.

In several places they had to leap brooks of fair size.
"This isn't so nice," remarked Phil, as they came to a halt, to allow the horses to rest after a particularly difficult hill had been climbed.
"Oh, this is nothing to the traveling we'll do to-morrow," answered Sid Todd.

"We are only in the foothills now--to-morrow we'll be right in the mountains." About four o'clock they gained the top of another hill.

As they came out in a cleared spot all gazed around with interest.
"Look!" cried Dave, pointing with his hand.

"Am I mistaken, or are those deer ?" He was pointing to the top of another hill about half a mile distant.
There, outlined against the sky, could be seen a number of animals grazing.
"Deer, my boy!" cried Sid Todd.