"Do you think they have found it?"
"I can't say."
"But do you think they have?"
"It looks a bit like it, judging from the fact that they have come back here so soon. Now I want you to see which way they go when they leave."
"Are you sure they're going to leave?"
"Perfectly sure," remarked Zeke as a slight grin appeared for a moment upon his face, "and they're goin' to be in a hurry when they go, too. Have you got plenty of soap in the camp?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Well, then I want you to take some of it and go down there at the head of the path they follow when they leave us and grease those rocks. Don't cover them all, but put enough on them so that the rocks will be slippery."
"But you don't want to hurt them, do you?" protested Grant.
"Don't you worry none about hurtin'. All I'm goin' to do is to 'accelerate their departure,' as the poet says."