"What poet says that?" inquired Grant laughingly.
"I don't just remember his name," said the guide demurely. "He said it though and that's enough."
"I'll do what you say," said Grant, as they both turned back to rejoin their companions.
Beckoning to Fred, after he had secured a bar of soap and taking with him a small pan of water, Grant led the way to the spot which the guide had indicated.
There, unseen by the others they thoroughly carried out the directions which Zeke had given them and in a brief time turned back to the camp.
"I guess we'll be goin' on, as we agreed," said the man with the scar when their simple repast had been eaten.
No one interposed any objections, and the two men, after Zeke had once more refused to restore the pistol which he had taken from them, arose and started toward the path which before they had followed when they had returned to the camp.