"Keep to the north."
"Climb this tree and you won't see anything."
"The jumping-off place."
"The Peoria wagon. All well."
"Bound for the Peak, are you?"
"'Litening Express'!" announced Harry. "Our German friend is still ahead."
"'Mr. Ike Chubbers'!" spelled out Terry, with difficulty. "Aw, shucks! He's this far already."
"Yes, and there he went!" laughed Harry, gleefully. "Those are sure his tracks. He's sampling his barrel."
And by token of a weaving, wobbling, sort of drunken pair of wagon-wheel tracks that made a wide swing for the north, Pine Knot Ike evidently had continued in a new direction.
"He's hunting the Republican," agreed Terry. "Hope we don't run into him."