"It sure does but it's certain that no cattle have been driven over it."
Although the trail was smooth it was very crooked winding in and out among the trees and large rocks and they had to proceed with great care for fear of running into the men they were following for, of course, they had no way of knowing when they might stop for a rest.
Once they made a sharp turn in the trail and drew back just in time to avoid discovery by Royce and another man who were sitting on a log, apparently resting. They were talking in low tones as though they feared someone might be following them, and the boys, crouching in the bushes, were unable to hear what they were saying.
"You don't think they saw us, do you, Bob?" Jack whispered.
"No, but it kind of looks as though they thought someone was on their trail they are talking so low."
"Probably they just get that way being hunted most of the time as they are."
"Maybe."
It was about ten minutes later when they heard the man, who was with Royce, say:
"Wall, I reckon we'd better be hikin'. Red'll be on tender hooks till we get thar."
"How much farther is it?" they heard Royce ask.