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"He got aithin the last half-hour then," said Billy, "for I didn't stir frorub pack, and I naturally had to wrestle with hiot out the front even then"

"God! What a country!" groaned DeWitt "The Indians outwit us at every step!"

"Well," Jack answered dejectedly, "tell us e could have done differently"

"I' any one," replied John

Billy Porter rose briskly

"You boys quit your kicking The scent is still waret a couple of hours' sleep while I take the horses back to Coyote Hole for water By daylight we got to be on the south side of the mesa to pick up the trail"

Billy's businesslike manner heartened Jack and John DeWitt They turned in beside Carlos, who already was sleeping

Dawn found the the ascents on the south side of the mesa but they found no traces and as the sun came well up they followed the only possible way toward thein a pocket betweeneither defiant or careless, for he had left a heap of ashes and a pile of half-eaten desert mice Very much cheered they allowed the horses a fair rest They found no further traces of caht in the open desert

At dawn they were crossing a heavily wooded mountain The sun had not yet risen when they heard a sound of singing

"What's that?" asked DeWitt sharply, as the four pulled up their horses

"A medicine cry," answered Jack "We must be near some medicine-man's campos"