place where the trails forked.
"Mike says there's the old Indian Trail up the mountain, that cuts off half the distance to the Slide," called Jeb, from the front.
"Him bad trail--no like Top Notch," warned the Indian.
"Whereabouts will we hit it, Mike?" asked Mr. Brewster.
"Onny Mike say--him secret Indian Trail," explained the red-man, ever faithful to his ancestors.
"Well, will we pass Pine Tree where we are to meet Simms and the sheriff?" added Mrs. Brewster.
"Na! him run away from Pine Tree. But him save half-day riding."
Mr. Brewster silently considered this possibility for a few moments, then turned to his wife, and said: "Mary, it seems most important just now for us to get to the cave before others reach it, as we must stake out additional claims adjoining the mine, in order to protect the rights of the girls. Of course, we must have Mike show us his secret trail, and I will go to escort the girls, but you and Jeb might ride on to Pine Tree to meet Sim