And at the moment he heard the whistle of his horse.
"Good old Nagger!" he said.

"I shore won't have to track you this mornin'." Presently he went off into the cedars to find Nagger and the mustang that he used to carry a pack.

Nagger was grazing in a little open patch among the trees, but the pack-horse was missing.

Slone seemed to know in what direction to go to find the trail, for he came upon it very soon.

The pack-horse wore hobbles, but he belonged to the class that could cover a great deal of ground when hobbled.