"A little rain wouldn't hurt;" said Joe Moore. "A couple of miles back the road was fearfully dusty."
"The trouble is, when it rains out here it rains." answered the old scout. "The clouds come a-tumbling over yonder mountains, and inside of half an hour you'd fancy the water was going to drown out everything."
"Then if it rains we'll have to put up somewhere," said Darry Germain.
"Aint no cabin on this trail short of Hank Leeson's place, twenty miles this side of the fort. If we can get that far I reckon we can make the fort."
"Then where will we stop to-night?" asked Darry with interest.
"At the Star Hotel—if the sky is clear," said Sam Benson, with a laugh at what he considered his little joke.
"You mean in the open, under the stars!" cried the boy; and, as the old scout nodded, he went on: "That will be nice. I've been wanting to camp out in regular trapper style ever since we left Riverton."
"So have I," put in Joe Moore. "But I don't know as I care to camp out and get soaked."
"If it rains we'll find some kind of shelter," answered Benson. "But come, let us make the
