The caravan of jason watson started again. move b14 they made a mile or and then stopped. ‘have you lost the way, son? ’ said mr. watson, many b15 riding up to gary. ‘no, father, not yet,’ said the young man with rapid b16 confidence. ‘i`ve only stopped to have a look. little b17 we should go in this - down that valley. let them drive on. we`re going all right – i’ll answer for it.’ the mules went down the hill, then along the valley, then up another hill. direct b18 an hour later the saw wheel tracks and hoof marks of the animals again. ‘our own tracks! ’ exclaimed gary. travel