"We are all ready," announced the guide. "Jose, you bear to the right after you leave camp and follow the blazed trail. We shall take the lower trail. Push right along so as to have a meal ready for us when we get in. We'll be hungry by that time."
"Have we any lunch with us?" asked the Professor.
"Yes, in the saddle bags."
A few moments later the boys were waking the echoes with the crashing explosions of their weapons as they banged away at the targets.
CHAPTER X
THE LOSS OF THE PACK TRAIN
"Feels good to be in the saddle again, doesn't it, Walt?"
"Yes, Ned. At least it's better than falling over a cliff. How do you feel, Chunky?"
"Shoulder aches where the gun kicked me. I didn't think a gun could hit so hard from both ends at the same time."
Stacy Brown worked his right arm up and down like a pump-handle, making a wry face as he did so.