"From Yack I know we get close pretty quick.

That jong lady's horse maybe smells these horse and makes a noise, and crazy folks run from noise." Without objection the three dismounted and tied their horses securely to trees.

Then, with Swan and Jack leading the way, they climbed over the ridge and descended into the hollow by way of the ledge which Skinner had negotiated so carefully the night before.

Without the dog they never would have guessed that any one had passed this way, but as it was they made good progress and reached the nearest edge of the spruce thicket just as the sun was making ready to push up over the skyline.
Jack stopped and looked up at his master inquiringly, lifting his lip at the sides and showing his teeth.

But he made no sound; nor did Swan, when he dropped his fingers to the dog's head and patted him approvingly.
They heard a horse sneeze, beyond the spruce grove, and Warfield stepped forward authoritatively, waving Swan back.