CHAPTER XIX
INDIAN PICTURE WRITING
"We'll never get that old horse any higher up than this, Paul," said Jud Elderkin.
The scouts were sitting there with that fine panorama spread out before them, and eating a sort of pick-up lunch. At breakfast time enough food had been prepared to carry them along for another meal. After that Paul had promised that they would very likely be in a permanent camp, and might expect to have decent fare right along.
"Fact of the matter is, Jud," replied the leader of the expedition, "we don't need to, fortunately."
"What's that, Paul; not going to camp right here, I hope?" questioned the scout leader of the second patrol.
Jud shot a swift look across the country down below, and Paul smiled when he saw the direction of the glance.
"I understand what you mean," he remarked, immediately. "You imagine that if we stayed
here any length of time some of the tenderfeet would be running away."