“Yes,” replied Juarez.
“There’s where we will cross and try to get ahead of those bucks.”
“We will make them hustle back,” cried Juarez, grinding his teeth.
“Sure,” agreed Jim with a grin.
In a short time they had reached the notch and found it to be something more than that, as it was quite a deep cut in the back of the ridge, and continued into a narrow ravine, which was quite heavily wooded, and down which ran a pretty little stream of the clearest crystal.
“We ought to see those mules soon now,” said Juarez.
“There’s the trail,” said Jim, “just a bit of it high up.”
“I see it,” replied Juarez.
“We will cut it soon now,” remarked Jim, “then we will head those Missouri runaways.”
But before they did that, a lively dash was before them, for suddenly they came in full view of the upper trail for a mile or more.