The mule started on, seeming to follow a trail, but I could not see whether there was a trail or not, so thick was the darkness, but there was evidently something of the kind, for the brush was two or three feet high and very thick.
After proceeding some distance the mule stopped and did not seem to wish to go any farther.

I was pretty sure there was something in front of her that blocked the way, and so worked my way through the brush and carefully past her.

I could partly see and partly hear something just ahead, and in a moment found it was our good faithful Cuff, and no frightful spook at all.

The good fellow had discovered our approach and came out to meet us, and I am sure the mule was as glad as I was to see him.

He crawled through the brush and smelled at the mule's load and then went forward in the trail, which we followed.