“Who was that?” she asked; as if she did not know.
“He balked at the women, you see.”
Smythe chuckled.
“The Twin Sisters,” Smythe went on, “are two huge gray rocks, I’m told, vaguely resembling carved figures. The trail passes between them. There’s no other possible way, and when the wind is blowing it shoots out between them like water from a fire-hose. Haig was caught just there by a storm. He came back fighting mad, and swore he’d cross Thunder Mountain yet, or die there. But that reminds me. I’ve got news for you.”
“News?” asked Marion, with a start.
Her first thought was of Sunnysides. Had Haig decided not to wait for Farrish? But no! It would be something about yesterday’s sensation.
“It keeps well, I see,” she said lightly.
“I didn’t want to excite you so soon after that long climb.”
“Thank you! If you think I can’t stand it you just keep it to yourself––if you can!”