This day he made sure would see him reach the Rim.

By and by he lost the trail.
It had just worn out from lack of use.

Every now and then Jean would cross an old trail, and as he penetrated deeper into the forest every damp or dusty spot showed tracks of turkey, deer, and bear.

The amount of bear sign surprised him.

Presently his keen nostrils were assailed by a smell of sheep, and soon he rode into a broad sheep, trail.