"Afraid, Chet?"
"Oh, no, only I—I would rather be on the level trail beyond the pass."
Paul said no more, having no desire to hurt his younger brother's feelings. To tell the exact truth, he himself felt a bit "off." It was growing toward midnight.
Down and down led the road, between two rocky crags. Soon the last trace of light was left behind, and they had to let the horses pick their own way as best they might.
Suddenly Chet gave a start and a cry.
"O, Paul, what is that?"
"Where?"
"Over to the left."
Paul turned in his saddle. As he did so an object not over two feet in length and of a gray and white color, with some black, swept to one side of them.
"Can it be a pig?" gasped Chet.