To prevent mistakes on their property,--jumping, moving of stakes, and mutilation of notices,--Vance and Del, after promptly recording, started to return.

But with the government seal attached to their holdings, they took it leisurely, the stampeders sliding past them in a steady stream.
Midway, Del chanced to look behind.

St.Vincent was in sight, footing it at a lively pace, the regulation stampeding pack on his shoulders.
The trail made a sharp bend at that place, and with the exception of the three of them no one was in sight.
"Don't speak to me.

Don't recognize me," Del cautioned sharply, as he spoke, buttoning his nose-strap across his face, which served to quite hide his identity.

"There's a water-hole over there.