THE MAN FROM PIKE COUNTY Four days later Joe and his Yankee friend, mounted on mustangs, were riding through a canon a hundred miles from San Francisco.

It was late in the afternoon, and the tall trees shaded the path on which they were traveling.

The air was unusually chilly and after the heat of midday they felt it.
"I don't feel like campin' out to-night," said Bickford.

"It's too cool." "I don't think we shall find any hotels about here," said Joe.
"Don't look like it.

I'd like to be back in Pumpkin Hollow just for to-night.