“Sounds right.”
“Maybe it is; maybe it ain’t. Anyhow, it’s wuth tryin’. Now I’m for givin’ the burros lots er rope an’ lettin’ ’em nibble here. Then we’ll hide our provisions in one place an’ our ammunition in another and start immedjiate. I ’spect there’s a dozen of them niggers watchin’ us. We’ll take a good look roun’ fore we begin.”
Both men beat the bushes for the radius of a hundred rods or more without, however, bringing to light anything but a few birds. Then Stubbs piled the provisions and blankets together with the picks and shovels into a crevice between the rocks and covered them with dry leaves and bits of sticks. He made another reconnoitre before hiding the ammunition. 244 This he finally buried in another crevice, covering it so skillfully that not a leaf beneath which it lay looked as though it had been disturbed. He piled a few stones in one place, notched a tree in another, and left a bit of his handkerchief in a third spot, to mark the caché. Then, shouldering their rifles, the two men began the ascent.
Refreshed by their rest and the brisk morning air, they reached the summit easily and once again Wilson gazed down upon the lake now reflecting golden sunbeams until it looked as though it were of molten gold itself. Even Stubbs was moved by its beauty.
“Sorter makes you feel like worshipin’ suthin’ yerself,” he exclaimed.
But he was the practical one of the two, or they would have got no further. His eyes swept the surrounding circle of peaks until they rested upon a majestic pile which so clearly overtopped its fellows as to leave no doubt that this must be the one “kissed by the sun.” To the right from where they stood the second landmark was equally distinct, the green creeping up its sides several hundred rods higher than upon the others.
“There ye are!” he exclaimed, pointing them out to Wilson. “Clear as though they was labeled. An’ now we can’t stand here admirin’ the scenery. There ain’t no trolley to where we’re bound.”
He led the way, keeping as closely as possible to the crater’s edge. But the path was a rugged one and frequently broken by half-hidden ravines which often 245 drove them down and in a wide circle around. It was a place for sure feet and sound nerves for they skirted the edge of sheer falls of hundreds of feet. Before they reached a position opposite the crater peak, they found themselves almost down to the green line again. Here they discovered a sort of trail––scarcely marked more than a sheep path, but still fairly well outlined. They followed this to the top again. When they looked down upon the lake and across to the distant summit, they found the two landmarks in line. But neither to the right nor to the left could they see the hut––that magnet which had drawn them for so many miles over the sea. Stubbs looked disconsolate.
“Well,” he said finally, “jus’ my luck. Mighter known better.”
“But we haven’t given up yet,” said Wilson. “Did you expect to find a driveway leading to it? You get out to the right and I’ll explore to the left.”