All she discovered was a couple of old log cabins, long deserted.

Still, she did not follow out all the trails to their ends.

Several of them led far into the deepest, roughest, wildest brakes of gorge and thicket that she had seen.

No cattle or sheep had ever been driven over these trails.
This riding around of Ellen's at length got to her father's ears.

Ellen expected that a bitter quarrel would ensue, for she certainly would refuse to be confined to the camp; but her father only asked her to limit her riding to the meadow valley, and straightway forgot all about it.