Let's hope for the best.

We've been shore lucky so far.

Now you take to the pine-mats in the woods an' hide your trail." Dale turned away.

Then the girls bade Roy good-by, and followed.

Soon Roy and his buckskin-colored mustang were lost to sight round a clump of trees.
The unhampered horses led the way; the pack-animals trotted after them; the riders were close behind.