"I guess those were our pony's prints," said Fly, helping Herb along.
There was a general laugh, which Tender took in good part. "Well, I ain't been a scout very long," he apologized.
"We're hunting for a thunder bird, too, you must remember," reminded Dunk. "Wish't some of you could read tracks in the air."
"Let's look around and see which way we're goin' this afternoon," suggested Jerry, producing his spyglass.
"There's pretty thick timber in that direction," said Carl, as Jerry pointed east.
All the boys had a turn at the glass. "That's a funny looking rock up there," said Fred, looking westward. "Looks like a cliff dwelling."
"You've got cliff dwellin's on the brain," remarked Fly. "That's nothin' but a rock."
"You look and see. If that ain't windows in there I'm a fish." Fred handed Fly the spyglass.
"Well, it does look kind of queer," admitted Fly. "You look, Hawke."
"Looks to me like a tower," announced the aviator, when he had studied the spot for some time.