"Not more'n two miles," the man replied.
"The trail's getting warm," Bob whispered as they started again as soon as they felt sure that they were out of sight.
"They won't stop to rest again, I reckon," Jack said.
"No, but we want to be mighty careful and not spill the beans now we're so close. If we muss things this time we may never get another chance."
"But I wish some of the boys were here. Wonder where they are."
"Goodness knows. But I doubt if they're very near."
While talking they were stealing silently along the narrow trail careful not to get too near but never letting the men get entirely out of hearing. They had gone perhaps a mile when the trail ran into a much wider one coming from the north and meeting it at nearly right angles.
"They've driven cattle along here all right," Jack declared as soon as he saw it."
"I'll say they have and, boy, we're on the way to his cache sure as little green apples give small boys the tummie ache," Bob declared.
"Looks like it and, from what that fellow said, it can't be a great way off."