"Guess it switches round a sloo!" They floundered through crackling brushwood until they struck the track, and afterward rode furiously to make up the lost time, with the sound of wheels leading them on.

Then in the gap before them they saw what seemed to be the back of a wagon which, to George's surprise, suddenly disappeared.

The next moment a figure carrying something crossed the trail.
"To the right!" cried the teamster.
George did not think his companion had seen the man.

He rode after him into the brush, and saw the fellow hurrying through it with a load in his arms.

The man looked around.