Betsy shook her head. “She didn’t come,” she answered.
They had reached a point where the road forked; and Betsy’s glance was arrested by a sign placed at the point of divergence. It read:—
“All loose and pack animals take this road.”
Her lips twitched as she turned toward Irving.
“Do you s’pose,” she asked, “that all the loose and pack animals can read that?”
CHAPTER X
ON THE RIVERSIDE
Pools of heavenly tints; living emerald, and beryl; boiling springs, the scalding water bubbling with intense force; Nature’s wonders ever varied, entertained the party on their way to the Old Faithful Inn,—the luxurious log-cabin of the Yellowstone.
Arrived there, each one took a long breath as if it were a Mecca reached. The examination of the curious and fascinating structure, with the woodsy green furnishings of the log bedrooms, which carried out the sylvan idea in all possible particulars, entertained the tourists until they were admitted to the dining-room.