The ridge was sparsely covered with cedar and pinyon, through which, far ahead, we pretty soon spied Jones.

Wallace signaled, and our leader answered twice.

We caught up with him on the brink of another ravine deeper and craggier than the first, full of dead, gnarled pinyon and splintered rocks.
"This gulch is the largest of the three that head in at Oak Spring," said Jones.

"Boys, don't forget your direction.

Always keep a feeling where camp is, always sense it every time you turn.