"Yes, that's the Angel. Don't know what he's side-tracked himself here for. He can't see far, so it was not an observation that he was about to take. He's either seen or scented something. Hold my pony while I take a look."
The cowboy dismounted, striding rapidly away with gaze fixed on the trail ahead of him. A few moments later he returned.
"Find anything?" asked Tad.
"The big one scented something, or thought he did."
"But where did he go?"
"Turned just beyond here and followed along the same way the others were going. You'll find his trail joining ours after we get on a piece. I'd like to know what he thought he smelled," mused Bud.
"I didn't know horses could scent a person or thing like that."
"What, horses? Wild horses have got a scent that's keener than a coyote's."
"There's the white stallion's trail again," exclaimed the lad.
Bud nodded. "Told you he'd come back."