YACK DON'T LIE For a time the trail seemed to lead toward Whisper.

Then it turned away and seemed about to end abruptly on a flat outcropping of rock two miles from Whisper camp.

Lone frowned and stared at the ground, and Swan spoke sharply to Jack, who was nosing back and forth, at fault if ever a dog was.

But presently he took up the scent and led them down a barren slope and into grassy ground where a bunch of horses grazed contentedly.

Jack singled out one and ran toward it silently, as he had done all his trailing that morning.