"So far as that?" chuckled Hippy Wingate. "It's terrible! I know I never shall be able to stand it to ride so far," declared Emma, tilting her nose up, her head inclined over her right shoulder, a characteristic pose for her when she thought she was saying something smart. As usual, her remark brought a laugh. "Emma Dean, your nose is the last word in neat impertinence," declared Elfreda Briggs. "Were you a man, some one surely would flatten it for you. Forgive me, dear. That was rude of me," apologized J. Elfreda. "Never mind the apology. I am used to being abused by my companions," retorted Emma, her face a little redder than usual. Grace laughingly interrupted the badinage by directing Washington to begin packing. 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. He war a peekin' through the bushes right thar where yuh be sleepin'," he informed them, nodding to Lieutenant Wingate. "You were dreaming," scoffed Hippy. "Ah wuz wide awake, Cap'n. Er fly er a bug bit me on de nose an' waked me up. Ah seed de man den, an' when he seen I sawed him he run away." "I hope you gave him an anesthetic before you 'sawed' him, Wash," said Emma Dean, who had been listening eagerly to the conversation. "Yes'm." Hippy started towards the spot indicated by Wash. "Wait! Don't trample down the bushes until I have had a look," begged Grace, stepping forward. "We will look first." Parting the bushes she peered in and pointed. Hippy saw a well-marked trail where the bushes had been brushed aside, and here and there a tender leaf-stem broken off. Stooping over, the Overland girl scrutinized the ground, and, with a finger, beckoned Hippy to kneel down. "See that?" she demanded. "What is it?" questioned the other girls in chorus. They had followed Grace and Hippy and were eagerly peering over the heads of the two kneeling Overlanders.