There was considerable difficulty in getting out of the hollow into which they had so uncere moniously thrust themselves. Rush was some what frightened still, and instead of riding him, they led him out by a circuitous way which took them nearly a hundred yards out of their path.
They found the trail almost impassable in spots, and more than once were compelled to make a wide detour in order to avoid fallen trees and gathered brush.
"A cyclone like that can do more damage than can be repaired in ten years," observed Chet as they labored along on foot. "I wonder where it started from?"
"Somewhere out on the flatlands near the river, I reckon," returned Paul.
On they went around trees and rocks and brush, until the way grew so bad that both came to an involuntary halt.
"It looks as if the very trail had been swept away," said Paul. "I can t see anything of it ahead."
"Nor I. Whoever would have thought of such a thing when we left home?"
"We can't go on in this direction, that's sure. What's best to be done?"
