There's only a cow track." "Move along then," said her brother; "show us the way and we will follow.

Go on, Ernest." But Ernest apparently had difficulty with his broncho so that he was found at the rear of the line with Kathleen immediately in front of him.
The cow trail led out of the coolee over a shoulder of a wooded hill and down into a ravine whose sharp sides made the riding even to those experienced westerners a matter of difficulty, in places of danger.

At the bottom of the ravine a little torrent boiled and foamed on its way to join Wolf Willow Creek a mile further down.

After an hour's struggle with the brushwood and fallen timber the party was halted by a huge spruce tree which had fallen fair across the trail.
"Where now, boss ?" cried Larry to Nora, who from her superior knowledge of the ground, had been leading the party.
"This is something new," answered Nora.

"I think we should cross the water and try to break through to the left around the top of the tree." "No," said Ernest, "the right looks better to me, around the root here.
It is something of a scramble, but it is better than the left." "Come along," said Nora; "this is the way of the trail, and we can get through the brush of that top all right." "I am for the right.