They did so.
As they progressed they noticed that their course was leading them up and up, further and further, and with each rise of the trail their spirits ascended proportionately.
"Hooray! I see moonlight," cried Texas. "By gad we're getting out as sure as you're alive."
Dew Drop turned and laid a warning finger on her lips, and bent her head in a listening attitude.
"What is it?" they demanded in bated breaths.
"Injuns," breathed the Indian maiden.
Each right slipped to pistol holster.
"Indians," muttered the desperadoes, and "Colts" were quickly unsheathed.