“Wouldn’t wonder. I don’t know what else anyone would make a trail way up here for.”
“Now which way’ll we go, north or south?”
“Or camp right here and let them come to us?”
“Too slow that last.”
“Thought you’d object. I vote we go north.”
“Vote’s unanimous. Come on.”
“This trail must start somewhere,” Bob grinned as they trudged along slowly.
“How’s the leg?”
“Not bad, but I’ll have to favor it for a day or two I reckon.”
“When it gets tired say so and we’ll rest,” Jack urged anxious lest he injure it.