Then he led the party down the hill and in the direction of the game.
If traveling had been hard before, it was doubly so now, and the chums realized that to get to where the deer were grazing would be no easy matter.

They had to slip and slide over the rocks, and once or twice they reached places where further progress seemed impossible.
"If we get any of those deer, we'll earn them!" panted Phil, as he half climbed, half slid, over some rocks.

"If my horse goes down, I don't know what will happen to me!" he added.
"We'll not go much further on hossback, I'm thinking," answered Todd.
"We can't afford to injure our animals." Between the hills was a small valley and here the cowboy said they had better tether their steeds and leave them.
"Even if we don't get back, they'll likely be safe till morning," he added.
"If we have to remain away all night, we had better take some eating with us," said Phil.
"We sure will," answered Todd, and he gave each of the party something to carry on his back and in his gamebag.
"Now for a climb that is a climb!" cried Dave.

"Roger, this puts me in mind of some climbing I did in Norway." "Were you in Norway ?" questioned Sid Todd, curiously.
"Oh, yes, I once went there to find my father," answered Dave.
Before them was a steep incline, covered with stones and a stunted growth of cedars.

Up this they went with care, for some of the stones were loose and afforded only an uncertain footing.