For a little while he was not in sight; then he reappeared, mounted on a white horse, and he rode into the pasture, and across that to the hay-field, and along the edge of this to the slope of the hill.

Here he climbed to a small clump of aspens.

This grove was not so far from Wilson Moore's cabin; in fact, it marked the boundary-line between the rancher's range and the acres that Moore had acquired.

Jack vanished from sight here, but not before Wade had made sure he was dismounting.
"Reckon he kept to that grassy ground for a reason of his own--and plainer to me than any tracks," soliloquized Wade, as he strained his eyes.

At length Belllounds came out of the grove, and led his horse round to where Wade knew there was a trail leading to and from Moore's cabin.