On the contrary, it bent in the opposite direction.
"Here's where the facts knock another hole in Ballard's dream," said Frank.

"Gold Hill is northwest of us, and the ore takes us southeast." "We haven't any gasoline to waste, Chip," remarked Clancy, "and if we go very far in this direction we're liable to get hung up in the desert with a couple of dead engines." "The reservoirs were still when we left the mine, Clan, and I guess, if were careful, we can make the round trip without having to walk part of the way.

If the golden trail promises to lead us too far, we'll hide the machines somewhere and go over some of it on foot:" The man with the burro and the leaky ore bag had naturally hunted for the easiest way through the hills.

His devious course bothered the boys a little in keeping track of the pieces of dropped ore.

The pieces lay on the ground at irregular intervals.