The high road would have been the easier travelling, but it was
very necessary to be unobserved, so they took the trail up the
brook Asamuk, and after an hour's tramp came out by the Cat-Rock
road that runs westerly. Again they were tempted by the easy
path, but again Quonab decided on keeping to the woods. Half an
hour later they were halted by Skookum treeing a coon. After
they had secured the dog, they tramped on through the woods for
two hours more, and then, some eight miles from the Pipestave,
they halted, Rolf, at least, tired out. It was now midnight.
They made a hasty double bed of the canvas cover over a pole
above them, and slept till morning, cheered, as they closed their
drowsy eyes, by the "Hoo, Hoo, Hoo, Hoo, yah, hoo," of their
friend, the barred owl, still to the northward.
The sun was high, and Quonab had breakfast ready before Rolf
awoke. He was so stiff with the tramp and the heavy pack that it
was with secret joy he learned that they were to rest, concealed
in the woods, that day, and travel only by night, until in a
different region, where none knew or were likely to stop them.
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