“Well, some,” answered Skinner also laughing. “An’ comin’ down to tacks,” added Sam, “I reckon there’s a sight more such places than where you can go.”
“Show us the hardest,” exclaimed Frank. “That’s all we want to know.”
Hosmer, who had been relighting his pipe stopped suddenly as if struck with an idea. His chuckle died out and his face became serious.
“There ain’t no grizzly in the Selkirk country ’at kin go whar I can’t foller him, and hev,” he explained. “But as fur sheep an’ goats, let ’em git the wind o’ ye an’, mainly, it’s all off. They’re the tantalizinest critters ’at ever growed in these parts. But if that airyplane kin fly anywhere, I almost wisht—”
“You wish what?” asked Phil sliding from his seat on the railing.
“I almost wisht I had the nerve to go in it and hev jist one look down on Baldy’s Bench from the sky.”
“Baldy’s Bench?” exclaimed Frank. “What’s that and where?”
“How’d that be, Skinner?” went on Hosmer, turning to Sam.
“Baldy’s Bench?” repeated Sam. “I’ve heard of a lot of goat and sheep benches, but I don’t know as I ever heard of that one.”