CHAPTER NINETEEN: BUD RIDES THROUGH CATROCK AND LOSES MARIAN.
"You'll have to show me the trail, pardner," said Bud when they were making their way cautiously out of town by way of the tin can suburbs.
"I could figure out the direction all right, and make it by morning; but seeing you grew up here, I'll let you pilot." "You'll have to tell me where you want to go, first," said Eddie with a good deal of sullenness still in his voice.
"Little Lost." Without intending to do so, Bud put a good deal of meaning in his voice.
Eddie did not say anything, but veered to the right, climbing higher on the slope than Bud would have gone.

"We can take the high trail," he volunteered when they stopped to rest the horses.

"It takes up over the summit and down Burroback Valley.

It's longer, but the stage road edges along the Sinks and--it might be rough going, after we get down a piece." "How about the side-hill trail, through Catrock Peak ?" Eddie turned sharply.

In the starlight Bud was watching him, wondering what he was thinking.
"How'd you get next to any side-hill trail ?" Eddie asked after a minute.
"You been over it ?" "I surely have.