“Hard to see it here,” was the answer.
“Then you did not wish it seen?”
“No.”
“And that was why you selected this valley, which might be passed and repassed without finding a good way of descending into it?”
Delores nodded.
“It is a good place for a man who chooses the life of a hermit,” said Bart, “but one is out of the world here.”
“Dat not true,” said Juan. “Dis is God’s world here! Da mountain, da blue sky, da wild flower, da sweet air, da birds—it is God’s world.”
“It is beautiful!” murmured Felicia.
“But monotonous!” muttered Bart.
“Some men cannot choose,” said Juan. “I was one of dat kind. I have to make my home where I can be safe.”