The trail twists sharply and runs along the edge of the ravine.

I stuck to it; instead of turning, you went straight on." "Yes," said George, and mentioned having seen the Indian who left the wagon.

Then he asked: "But what about the fellow you followed ?" His companion hesitated.
"Guess I've been badly fooled.

I came up with him outside the bluff when it was getting light, and he stopped his team.

Said he was quietly driving home when he heard somebody riding after him, and as he'd once been roughly handled by mean whites, he tried to get away.
Then as I didn't know what to do, I allowed I'd keep him in sight until Constable Flett turned up, and by and by we came to a deserted shack.
There's a well in the bluff behind it, and the buck said his team wanted a drink; they certainly looked a bit played out, and my mare was thirsty.