He seemed badly played out, and it kind of struck me he was just holding on." He turned toward the pack-horse and pulled up the picket.

"Anyway, we'll get upon his trail." They both were men of action, and inside of five minutes they had lashed their packs together and started without breakfast.

Weston led the horse, while Devine picked up Grenfell's trail.

Weston was a little astonished at the ease with which his companion did this.
"It's quite simple," said the surveyor, when the other stopped a moment where the footprints seemed to break off, and questioned his decision.

"He's heading straight on, and not walking like a man with much strength in him.