SWAN CALLS FOR HELP Past the field where the horses were grazing and up the canyon on the side toward Skyline Meadow, that lay on a shoulder of Bear Top, the dog nosed unfalteringly along the trail.

Now and then he was balked when the hoofprints led him to the bank of Granite Creek, but not for long.

Jack appeared to understand why his trailing was interrupted and sniffed the bank until he picked up the scent again.
"Wonder if she changed off and rode that loose horse," Hawkins said once, when the tracks were plain in the soft soil of the creek bank.
"She might, and lead that horse she was on." "She wouldn't know enough.

She's a city girl," Lone replied, his heart heavy with fear for Lorraine.
"Well, she ain't far off then," Hawkins comforted himself.

"Her horse acted about played out when she hit the ranch.