He was extremely thorough in all that he did--being a good deal like his dad--and when he went the grass, no one would have suspected that he had passed that way.
After a while he left that winding creek-bottom and climbed a long ridge.

Then he went down hill and pretty soon he climbed another hill that made old Silver stop and rest before he went on to the top.

The Kid stood on the top for a few minutes and stared wistfully out over the tumbled mass of hills, and deep hollows, and hills, and hill and hills--till he could not see where they left off.

He could not see any of the bunch; but then, he could not see any brakes growing anywhere, either.

The bunch was down in the brakes--he had heard that often enough to get it fixed firmly in his mind.