This road, according to Grace's information, should lead them to Joe Shafto's place, ten or fifteen miles further on, though it was not their purpose to go on to Joe's that night.
The Overland Riders walked their horses after making the turn, there being no need for haste, as no one believed that the lumberjacks would follow, and further, the Overlanders were looking for a suitable camping place for the night.
"This appears to be a good place to make camp," finally called Tom Gray, who was riding in the lead of the party.

Tom pulled up and looked about him, the others riding up to him and halting.
"No good!" answered a strange voice.
"What?
Who said that ?" demanded Hippy.
A man stepped out from the shadow of the trees and stood confronting the peering Overlanders.
"It's Lo, the poor Indian!" cried Hippy.

"Hello, Lo!" "So it is," agreed Tom.

"How did you get here ahead of us ?" "Come 'cross," answered the man, indicating with a gesture that he bad taken a short cut through the woods, though how he knew where they were going, unless he had heard their discussion at the point where they took the right-hand road, the Overlanders could not imagine.
"You say this is 'no good' as a camping place.

What is the matter with it ?" demanded Tom Gray, regarding the Indian suspiciously.
"No water.