"They listened and the sound of iron shod hoofs striking the stones reached their ears.
"There's quite a number of them and I think we'd better get out of sight till they go by," she suggested.
"You think——" Bob began but she interrupted.
"You never can tell in this country. Of course, they may be all right, but then again, they may be all wrong."
While she was speaking she was leading the way to the right of the trail where dense bushes soon hid them from the view of anyone on the pathway.
"There, I reckon this is far enough," she said slipping from her saddle. "I don't believe they can see us here."
The boys dismounted and they stood there holding their horses by the bridles. They could soon hear the men talking and laughing as they came up the trail and, as Sue had said, it was evident that there were not less than seven or eight in the party.
"I'm going to try and get a look at them," Bob whispered, handing his reins to Jack.
"It'll be pretty risky," Sue told him. "But I would like to know who they are. But be mighty careful they don't see you."
"You bet I will," he promised as he left them and crept through the thick brush back the way they had come.