“Come on, you fellows, come on! Don’t lag behind!” shouted Spouter, and set off at a brisk pace along the well-defined trail leading to the ranch.
Joe Jackson, having seen that all of them could ride well, was quite willing to let them set their own pace.
“Only look and see where you’re going!” he shouted. “And remember at the split in the trail to take the one on the right.” And then he allowed them to plunge on ahead, but kept his eyes on everything they were doing.
“OFF TO THE EASTWARD YOU CAN SEE A BIT OF OUR RANGE.”
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Two miles from the station the boys found they had quite a climb, and here they were forced to slow down. A little later they reached the top of the first hill.
“There off to the eastward you can see a bit of our range,” said the ranch foreman, pointing with his finger. “And those cattle yonder are our cattle.”
By the time they reached the foot of the first hill the sun was setting beyond the mountains in the west and the long shadows were creeping across the trail and over the forest beyond.
“This must be some dark trail at night,” remarked Jack.