“Oh, cricky, Chet! If we only could,” said Dig longingly.
“Keep your heart up. Maybe we shall,” said Chet stoutly. “Now, let me tell you what I think.”
“Spout, brother, spout.”
“If that herd gets quiet again and goes to feeding, how will the animals head?”
Dig immediately saw what he meant, and nodded.
“Into the wind, of course,” he said.
“And the breeze holds steady, and is likely to do so until sundown,” Chet proceeded.
“Well?”
“What we want to do, then, is to make a circle to the west and come up behind the feeding herd, just as we did before. Let us not cross this plain to the timber. We’ll keep along the line of these mounds and at their foot, and find some place to cross over to the timber and the water under shelter. Come on,” and he swung Hero’s head about.
“Just one minute, Chet,” said his chum timidly, as he urged Poke to follow the other horse.