“Don’t wolly till to-mollow,” chuckled Stacy.
“Stacy, you’re right,” nodded Tom Gray. “But it is now time we were moving. See that ridge to the right of us?”
“Surely we do not have to cross that, do we?” begged Emma.
“Yes. We shall have to ride its entire length in order to reach the high mountain peak that you see still farther on. Either we must start now or wait until tomorrow,” averred Tom.
“It never will do to be caught on the top of that ridge in the darkness,” agreed Hippy.
The ridge referred to lay slightly higher than their present position, but there was plainly a safe trail leading to it. Orders to move were given by Hippy. The Overland Riders were quickly in their saddles, and the party slowly mounted the ridge, but halted as they came to the top of it. For once the girls experienced a case of “nerves.”
“We never shall be able to ride over this awful trail,” cried Elfreda Briggs.
“Oh, let’s go back,” begged Emma.
“Impossible!” answered Hippy. “This is the trail that we shall have to follow to reach the high peak of the Sierras.”
“If the horses behave and no one loses her head we ought to be able to cross safely,” averred Grace.