They had made their way for nearly an hour over a rough and miry
river-bottom when the setter showed sudden excitement and began
sniffing to the right and left.
"She must have struck their path from the river to their
camping-place, Tom," said Frank. "Look sharp, Vicky, look sharp!"
"But she seems to be working up-stream," said Henry. "I should think
they would have gone straight inland."
"There's an excillint rayson for that, sargint laddie," returned
Clary. "One of the routes t' th' coast begins exactly opposite th'
town, and they must go up-strame to foind it; El Rincon the
landing-place is called."
"The Corner?"
"Yis, Th' Corner. Th' shore binds out there a wee bit."
Man and boys continued to struggle along, until across a level,
grassless plot they saw, near a clump of cottonwoods, a fire, where
Texas Dick and Jumping Jack were plainly visible, cooking their
supper. On the side of the fire opposite the river were two saddles,
upon which rested their rifles and revolvers. Still farther west the
two ponies were picketed and grazing.
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