She said they must make an early start, not knowing how far it was to their day's destination, but which, she believed, from a perusal of her map, was all of twenty-five miles.
"The trails are no more than foot-paths and we can make no time, so let's go," she urged.
It was an hour later when the party mounted and started away, Washington bringing up the rear on a pack mule, industriously playing his new harmonica.

The going was slow and tedious and the Overlanders were tired when they halted for a rest and luncheon shortly before noon.
A half hour's nap followed the luncheon, the party being "lulled" to sleep by Washington's harmonica.
It was a discordant, insistent screeching of the harmonica that finally awakened them.
"Stop that noise!" roared Hippy.

"I'll--" "What is it ?" cried Grace, springing up, shaking her head to more thoroughly awaken herself.
"Ah seen er man, Ah did," answered Washington.

His eyes wore a frightened expression and he was shifting and shuffling uneasily.

"Ah seen his face.