CHAPTER II
OFF TRAIL
By the time the two reached the dead burro again the somber mood of the girl had lightened.
"First thing is to sort over your pack," she said. "We'll cull out what's not needed."
The girths of the packsaddle were cut loose, and the animal was dragged clear of the pack. When Lennon's very creditable diamond-hitch had been thrown off, the girl overhauled the pack and made quick decisions.
"We'll leave most of the flour. You can stock up at the ranch with cornmeal. Same with your cooking outfit. Throw out all but one drill and all the giant powder—no, keep half a dozen sticks."
"But, Miss Farley, I can't begin to lug a quarter of——"
"Don't forget my pony," cut in Carmena.