"But supposin' Anson circles an' hits this camp? He'll track me easy out to that sheep trail. What then?"
"Jest what you want. Goin' south thet sheep trail is downhill an' muddy. It's goin' to rain hard. Your tracks would get washed out even if you did go south. An' Anson would keep on thet way till he was clear off the scent. Leave it to me, Milt. You're a hunter. But I'm a hoss-tracker."
"All right. We'll rustle."
Then he called the girls to hurry.