As soon as possible, after studying the marked map that Tom Gray had left them to show the party where to look for his camp, they set out at a jog-trot, with which Washington and his mule had difficulty in keeping up.
That night they camped near the wagon trail, and at daylight resumed their journey.

Late in the afternoon they halted for rest and to study their map and the contour of the mountains at that point.
"It should be somewhere hereabouts," declared Miss Briggs.

"The landmarks appear to agree with Tom's markings on the map.

It is my judgment that the wise thing to do would be to make camp near here." After consultation it was decided to do this.
The part of the mountains where they were about to camp was the wildest and most rugged of any that they had seen since reaching Kentucky.
Everywhere one saw caves, large and small, and unless one were vigilant he was quite likely to fall into one, for many were mere holes straight down through the rocks, and vine-covered at the top.

The rocks themselves were misshapen, and in some instances hideous when the light of the day faded.
"Hippy, is this your property ?" questioned Emma as they sat down to their supper.
"Yes.