"All you young people want to do," Mr. Hammond declared, "is to
keep moving!"

Walter made certain preparations for a search of the bears' den.
One of the cowpunchers chosen to accompany the party was a good
cook. Hesitation Kane took a pack horse with more of a camping
outfit than would have been the case had there not been four girls
in the party.

"I don't see," drawled Mr. Hammond, "how you girls manage to travel
at all without a Saratoga trunk apiece. Got your curlin'-tongs,
Rhoda? And be sure and take a lookin' glass and white gloves."

"Now, Daddy! you know you malign me," laughed his daughter. "And as
for these other girls, they fuss less than any girls you ever saw
from the East."

"I don't know. I'm kind of sorry for that pack horse," chuckled her
father, who delighted to plague them.

They might have made the trip to the gulch where the girls had
taken refuge from the tornado and returned the next day; but they
proposed to trail around the foothills for several days. Indeed,
even the cowboys in the party had become interested once more in
the buried treasure.

"It strikes us about once in so often," said the cook, as they
started away from the corrals, "and some of us git bit regular with
this treasure-hunting bug. Long's we know the treasure is somewhere
hid and there is a chance of finding it, we are bound to feel that