"Beats the deuce where those whelps went to!" grumbled the voice of Brisco.
"They must be here. Thar wasn't any place else they could go. I wasn't gone from the road more'n five minits, Hank."
"They wouldn't have had time to get past you?"
"Nary, they wouldn't. They're here, I tell ye; they must be."
"The whole side-hill is under our eyes. If you can see the cubs you can do better than I can."
"Seems like there was a shelf up thar a ways. Mebby they're on the shelf?"
"Gammon! That shelf isn't wide enough for a chipmunk to sit on."
"Anyways, I'm goin' up an' take a look."
Matt got ready to push out and roll the stone off the shelf. Before he could do that, however, a shout from Brisco halted him.