Sure enough, winding among the brush there was a small trail just wide enough for a horse to travel in. The brush scraped their legs as they rode along it.
"Might as well follow it, I guess," said Pete, after a careful scrutiny. "Only one man been along here, so far as I can see. We're still on the Mex. side, though, so have your shooting iron ready in case we run into trouble."
With every sense alert, they rode on for a mile or more, when suddenly the trail gave an abrupt turn, and they saw before them a small hut fashioned roughly out of logs, stones and brush. From its chimney blue smoke was pouring, scenting the woods about with a pleasant incense.
"Cooking," cried Pete, "and that reminds me that my appetite and my stomach have been fighting like a cat and a dog for the last two hours."
"I could eat something myself," said Jack. "We haven't had a bite since yesterday noon, you know."
"That's so," assented Pete. "We've been so busy, though, I never noticed it till just now."
"That's queer," said Jack, noting the same curious fact; "neither did I. But I do feel ravenous enough to eat a rhinoceros now."
"Wonder where the boss of this sheebang is?" queried Pete, as on a closer approach no sign of life was apparent about the place.
"Well, he can't be out calling on neighbors," laughed Jack.
"I guess there's no harm in just looking in and taking a peep."