“I certainly do! A whole lot of trouble!” answered Tom Rover.
CHAPTER XX
AT THE ROLLING THUNDER MINE
“What a magnificent view!”
It was Jack Rover who spoke. The party had been on the way to Sunset Trail for over two hours. All were mounted on the steeds Tom Rover had hired from the storekeeper and behind them came the extra horse loaded down with their belongings.
“I’ll say it’s a fine view!” declared Fred, who was riding beside his cousin.
They had reached the top of one of the foothills of the Rocky Mountains and on all sides stretched rocks and forests with here and there a great mound rearing its head toward the sky. At one point there was a sharp cleft in the mountainside, and from this rushed a torrent of water, making a thundering sound as it reached the rocks and the river bed far below.
“That’s where the Rolling Thunder mine gets its name,” said Tom Rover, pointing to the waterfall. “If you close your eyes you’ll think the sound very much like rolling thunder.”
“Is the mine over there?” questioned Andy eagerly.