"Hullow!" came the response, in the rough baritone of the younger
trapper.
We hurried forward in the direction of the voice.
The path conducted to an opening in the chapparal--in the centre of
which, through the smoke, we could distinguish the forms of men and
horses.
With eager eyes, I scanned the group; a glance was sufficient: there
were _only two_ of each--only the trackers.