"
Between the hills was a small valley and here the cowboy said they had
better tether their steeds and leave them.
"Even if we don't get back, they'll likely be safe till morning," he
added.
"If we have to remain away all night, we had better take some eating
with us," said Phil.
"We sure will," answered Todd, and he gave each of the party something
to carry on his back and in his gamebag.
"Now for a climb that is a climb!" cried Dave. "Roger, this puts me in
mind of some climbing I did in Norway."
"Were you in Norway?" questioned Sid Todd, curiously.
"Oh, yes, I once went there to find my father," answered Dave.
Before them was a steep incline, covered with stones and a stunted
growth of cedars. Up this they went with care, for some of the stones
were loose and afforded only an uncertain footing. Once Phil slipped and
commenced to roll. He bumped against Dave, and both went flat.
"Grab a tree!" sang out Roger. But there was no need to offer this
advance, for Dave had already done so. He saved himself and Phil from
rolling further. But a frying-pan the shipowner's son carried broke
loose from the pack on his back and went clattering down the rocks to
the very foot of the hill.
"For the love of flapjacks, stop that noise!" cried Sid Todd, in a low
voice.
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