"Anyway, it's the only trail here, so we may as well follow it." They hurried on, the halt under the rocks having rested them a good deal.

Out on the prairie the trail grew a bit drier, for which they were thankful.

They got into their dog-trot once more, and thus covered all of two miles in a short space of time.

Then, of a sudden, both came to a halt in dismay.
"Which one ?" asked Phil, laconically.
"Don't know," was Dave's equally laconic answer.
Before them the trail branched out in three different directions, like three spokes within the right angle of a wheel.
"This is a regular Chinese puzzle," said Dave, after an inspection of the trails.

"The one to the right looks to be the most traveled." The two boys made every possible effort to pierce the darkness ahead of them, and presently Phil fancied he saw a light in the distance.