You'll see whether or not he comes back," retorted Emma indignantly.
Nora's face was flushed that morning and her heart was filled with a new hope--the hope that Hippy might be with them before the close of that day.
After breakfast, as planned, Grace took up her rifle and went away, leaving Elfreda and the others to guard the camp and, incidentally, to keep Washington busy and out of mischief.

He was, too, forbidden to play his harmonica lest the noise attract attention to the camp of the Overland Riders.
Proceeding cautiously, Grace reached the stream, and followed it until she found where the kidnappers of Hippy had left it.

After waiting and watching for a full hour, Grace stepped out boldly.

For six hours the Overland girl employed all her knowledge of the open in an effort to pick up the trail of the mountaineers, but the trail appeared to end abruptly at the bank of the creek.

Not even the hoofprints of horses could be found on the softer ground a short distance back from the stream.
There are tricks in masking one's trail that the Kentucky mountaineers had learned from generations of feuds and attacks by revenue agents, which Grace Harlowe knew nothing of.
At noon she gave up the attempt to find the trail over which Hippy Wingate had been taken, and started back towards the camp.
"What luck ?" called Nora, as she appeared at the edge of the clearing where the camp was pitched.
"None.