"Three to six hundred feet."
"Straight up and down, they say."
"As near as the Lord could make it."
"Is there any way of getting to the bottom of it?"
"The easiest way would be to jump from the rim."
"Oh, could we see it?"
"Not tonight unless you want to camp out; and we're not exactly fixed for that. Up close to the old mine bridge there's a trail into the canyon. It's pretty stiff. A sailor would warp his way down with a rope."
The horses had halted by consent and their riders were contemplating the mountains and valleys surrounding them. Her companion took advantage of the pause to dismount and inspect the legs of the ponies—and while he examined those of his own horse for politeness' sake—he looked more closely at Dick's.
"He must have got a wrench in that jump," confessed Kate, watching. "We were riding pretty fast, weren't we?"
"For that kind of country, yes. I thought for a while," added her companion, in a dry way, "you must be showing me how to ride. Then I figured out you must be showing me how you could ride."