Knight's eyes were daring her; and it was fatal. What Sarah would have said if she could have seen Blue Bonnet's method of getting a drink is hard to conjecture. Hardly had she time to spring to her feet when voices were heard close at hand.
"I can hear Sandy." She turned eagerly to Knight. "Let's go on—I don't feel ready for a crowd."
"There's a lovely view from the top of the hill," he suggested.
Her only answer was to push on, plying her alpenstock eagerly in her haste to elude the others. Pausing only when the top of the hill was reached, she sank at length on a fallen tree-trunk. The view was all Knight had promised for it, overlooking a quiet valley.
"Let's call it 'Peaceful Valley,'" she said.
"It may have a different name on the map, but no one can prevent our christening it what we like," he agreed.
Blue Bonnet was content to rest for a while here. There was no sign of life anywhere, except a solitary bird wheeling about far above their heads.
"A swallow-tailed kite," Knight said as the bird dropped suddenly into clearer view. "Graceful, isn't it?"
All at once the big kite alighted on the dead branch of a tree near them.
"What glorious wings!" breathed Blue Bonnet.