Glenn pointed to where dark banks of cloud had massed around the mountain peaks.

The scene to the west was somber and compelling.
At last the men and the pack-horses ahead came to a halt in a level green forestland with no high trees.

Far ahead a chain of soft gray round hills led up to the dark heaved mass of mountains.

Carley saw the gleam of water through the trees.

Probably her mustang saw or scented it, because he started to trot.