"No," Ned said, hastily, seizing Frank by the arm. "Don't even look
in that direction. Watch Mrs. Mary Brady!"

The old woman's face was turned toward the spot where the mules were
staked out, her figure was straight, tense, alert. She appeared to be
listening and watching for some agreed-upon signal from the corral.
Ned moved over toward her cautiously.

Once the old woman moved, involuntarily, toward the mules, but she
drew back in a moment and stood, waiting, with her eyes on the boys,
now in a little group not far from the spot where she stood.




CHAPTER VI

SIGNALS IN THE CANYON


Jimmie and Teddy passed over the summit to the west of the camp and
took their way down a difficult incline toward the headwaters of the
Greenbrier river. They traveled some distance, walking, sliding,
creeping, before they came in sight of a copse which appeared to be
worth looking over for wild game.

"I don't know about this wild turkey business," Teddy said, as the
boys stood on an elevation lifting above the patch of timber. "If
I've got it right, wild turkeys are precious birds in West Virginia."