His intuitive sense of distance, instincts of woodcraft, and his unerring detection of those signs, landmarks, and guideposts of nature, undistinguishable to aught but birds and beasts and some children, were now of the greatest service to his less favored companion.

In this part of their strange pilgrimage it was the boy who took the lead.

Flynn, who during the past two days seemed to have fallen into a mood of watchful reserve, nodded his approbation.

"This sort of thing's yer best holt, boy," he said.

"Men and cities ain't your little game." At the next stopping-place Clarence had a surprise.