to find them.

They took up their weary wanderings again, while the yellow eye of the
window winked after them. They missed Rodway's by a scant hundred yards, and
didn't know it, because the side of the house next them had no lighted
windows. They traveled in a wide, half circle, and thought that they were
leaving a straight trail behind them. More than once Rowdy was urged by his
aching arm to drop the lead-rope and leave Chub to shift by himself, but
habit was strong and his heart was soft. Then he felt an odd twitching at
the lead-rope, as if Chub were minded to rebel against their leadership.
Rowdy yanked him into remembrance of his duty, and wondered. Bill Brown's
question came insistently to mind; he wondered the more.

Two minutes and the lead-rope was sawing against the small of his back
again. Rowdy turned Dixie's head, and spoke for the first time in an hour.

"My packhorse seems to have an idea about where he wants to go," he said. "I
guess we might as well follow him as anybody; he ain't often taken with a
rush of brains to the head. And we can't be any worse lost than we are now,
can we?"

Miss Conroy said no dispiritedly, and they swung about and followed Chub's
leadership apathetically. It took Chub just five minutes to demonstrate that
he knew what he was about. When he stopped, it was with his nose against a
corral gate; not content with that, he whinnied, and a new, exultant note
was in the sound. A deep-voiced dog bayed loudly, and a shrill yelp cut in
and clamored for recognition.

Miss Conroy gasped. "It's Lion and Skeesicks. We're at Rodway's, Mr.
Vaughan."