The railroads are over there.
Yes, that is what they would make for. Dillon," he called, "let us
follow the right bank of the river down this way, and see if we
can't pick them up again."
The river was shallow at this point, but full of rocks, which made
it extremely hard, if not dangerous, to walk even close to the
bank in the darkness. "I don't think they'd stand for much of this
sort of going," remarked Garrick. "A little of it would satisfy
them, and they'd strike out again."
He was right. Perhaps five minutes later, after wading in the cold
water, clinging as close to the bank as we could, we came to a
sort of rapids. Cherry, who had been urged on by Dillon, gave a
jerk at her leash, as she sniffed along the bank.
"She has it," cried Garrick, springing up the bank after Dillon.
I followed and we three men and three dogs struck out again in
earnest across country.
We had come upon a long stretch of woods, and the brambles and
thick growth made the going exceedingly difficult.
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