“Enid, I believe he’s taking the South trail toward the cliff dwellings!” Connie exclaimed.
“Maybe we ought to let him go. We’ll never catch him now.”
“Yes, we will,” insisted Connie stubbornly. “He’ll not be able to travel very fast down in the canyon.”
Minutes later, their ponies breathing hard, the girls reached the top of the canyon. Mounting the other side they could see Forest Blakeman.
“He’s going straight to the cliff dwellings!” Connie exclaimed. “I wonder why——”
She sprang from her horse, tying him to a tree.
“You’re giving up the pursuit, Connie?” asked Enid in surprise.
“No, but I’d rather Blakeman wouldn’t know we’re following him. He’s up to something, Enid, and I intend to learn what it is. I know a short-cut to the other side but the trail isn’t wide enough for our horses.”
Enid slid from the saddle and quickly tied her pony beside Silvertail. Then Connie led the way down the trail. Whenever they were within view of Blakeman they took care to bend low behind the bushes which overhung the path. The caution was unnecessary. The foreman never glanced back.
“He’s making straight for the cliff dwellings all right,” Connie observed a few minutes later. “We’ll take this fork in the trail and circle, coming in from the other direction.”