I'm pretty good at scouting out new trails.

I don't want you to get in trouble--" She would not listen to more of that, but pushed him back with the flat of her bare hand and rode ahead of him again.

Straight at the sheer bluff, that lifted its huge, rocky shape before them, she led the way.
So far as Bud could see she was not following any trail; but was aiming at a certain point and was sure enough of the ground to avoid detours.
They came out upon the bank of the dry river-bed.

Bud knew it by the flatness of the foreground and the general contour of the mountains beyond.

But immediately they turned at a sharp angle, travelled for a few minutes with the river-bed at their backs, and entered a narrow slit in the mountains where two peaks had been rent asunder in some titanic upheaval when the world was young.