"I say to Sollers better bring some pain-killer out of the store," the boy answered readily. "Sollers say all right."
Reaching the flat country above at the end of the long pull, they halted for the briefest possible time to eat and let the horses feed. As they prepared to mount again, Sam said:
"Funny Sollers hasn't overtaken us."
"Guess can't catch his horse," said St. Paul.
They rode forward through the aspen woods, and across the open spaces. Having crossed the widest of these that goes by the name of Little Prairie, Sam began to keep watch ahead for evidences of the camp. Every few minutes he asked St. Paul where it was.
"On'y little way now," was the boy's invariable reply.
"You said twenty miles from the river."
"Maybe I mak' little mistak'."
After an hour of this Sam turned sullen. "If it's a trick it won't do anybody any good," he said. "I shall ride back without dismounting."
St. Paul merely looked bland.