"What a name for that little beast!" At the rocks Eddie was waiting with Stopper, upon whom they hurriedly packed the beds and Bud's luggage.

They spoke in whispers when they spoke at all, and to insure the horse's remaining quiet Eddie had tied a cotton rope snugly around its muzzle.
"I'll take Pop," Bud whispered, but Jerry shook his head and once more shouldered the old fellow as he would carry a bag of grain.

So they slipped back down the trail, took a turn which Bud did not know, and presently Bud found that Jerry was keeping straight on.

Bud made an Indian sign on the chance that Jerry would understand it, and with his free hand Jerry replied.

He was taking Pop somewhere.