Bud told himself that he would do it were he in the chief's place.

When he reached the woods along the creek he ran, keeping as much as possible on thick leaf mold that left the least impression.

He headed to the east, as nearly as he could judge, and when he came to a rocky canyon he struck into it.
He presently found himself in a network of small gorges that twisted away into the hills without any system whatever, as far as he could see.
He took one that seemed to lead straightest toward where the sun would rise next morning, and climbed laboriously deeper and deeper into the hills.

After awhile he had to descend from the ridge where he found himself standing bleakly revealed against a lowering, slaty sky that dripped rain incessantly.

As far as he could see were hills and more hills, bald and barren except in certain canyons whose deeper shadows told of timber.