est of Indian Head. And here, in the
eagerness of their search, rewarded by the signs which they found, they
forgot, both of them, to maintain their reserve.

In the clump of brush, close to the outer fringe, behind a low, broad
boulder, a man had lain on his belly no longer ago than yesterday.
Broken twigs showed it, a small bush crushed down told of it, the marks
of his toes in some of the softer soil proclaimed it eloquently. And,
had other signs been required, there they were: two empty brass
cartridges where the automatic ejector had thrown them several feet
away. Lee picked up one of the shells.

"Latest thing in an up-to-the-minute Savage," he told her. "That gun
is good for twice the distance he used it for. I'm in tolerable luck
to be mountain-climbing to-day, I guess!"

While Judith visualized just what had occurred, saw the tall man--he
must have been tall for his boot toes to scratch the earth yonder while
his rifle-barrel lay for support across the boulder in front--resting
his gun and firing down into the canon--Lee was back at her side,
saying shortly:

"What do you think? There's a plain trail up here, old as the hills,
but tip-top for speedy going."

"And," said Judith without looking up, "it runs down into the next
saddle, to the north of that ridge, curves up again and with monuments
all along the way, runs straight to the Upper End and comes down from
the northeast to the lake."

Lee looked at her, wondering.

"You knew about it all the time, then?"

"If we hadn't been on our high horses," she told him quietly, "I should
have told you about it. It's the old Indian Trail. If the man we want
turned east, then he went right on to the lake before he stopped
putting one foot in front of the other. Unless he hid out all night,
which I don't believe."

"What makes you think he went that far?"

"There's no other trail up here that gets anywhere. If he left this
one for a short cut he'd know, if he knows anything, that he'd have to
take a chance every ten steps of breaking his neck in the dark. Now,"
and she rose swiftly, confronting him, "the thing for you to do, Bud
Lee, is to get back to your horse, take the road, make time getting to
the Upper End and see what you can see there!"

Hurrying back to their horses, they rode to the ranch-house where
Judith, with no word of adieu, left Lee to go to the house. Lee made a
late lunch, saddled another horse, and when the bunk-house clock