"In the van? Oh, I see, in the front!"
"Yes; and then I'd be lost. Why these chaps appear to know every inch of the ground. To me it is simply marvellous."
"Well, the trees are blazed."
"I've seen no blazed trees. Have you?"
"Never a one. I say, Craig."
"Hullo!" cried the head stockman, glancing over his shoulder.
"Are you steering by blazed trees?"
"No," he laughed; "by tracks. Cattle don't mind blazed trees much."
Perhaps Bob felt green now, for he said no more. Archie looked about him, but never a trail nor track could he decipher.
Yet on they rode, helter-skelter apparently, but cautiously enough for all that. Tell was full of fire and fun; for, like Verdant Green's horse, when put at a tiny tree trunk in his way, he took a leap that would have carried him over a five-bar-gate.