“Not exactly, but I think I can find it. We’ll follow the path down toward the goat ranch.”
They finished the dishes and put the kitchen in order, then slipped quietly around to the back of the house.
“Here’s the path, Peg. Follow me.” Jo Ann led the way down the path she and Florence had taken the afternoon before.
As they neared the goat ranch Jo Ann began looking for some sign which might lead them to the enclosure.
“It’s bound to be up this way somewhere,” Jo Ann said finally. “Let’s follow this ravine a little ways.”
“But suppose we get lost.”
“We can turn around and go back, can’t we?”
They followed a narrow path leading into the cool, shady depths of a deep ravine, a rugged, precipitous wall towering on their right.
“What a beau-ti-ful place,” breathed Peggy, a few minutes later, as they stopped to rest and cool off.
“Listen! Doesn’t that sound to you like the roar of water?” asked Jo Ann. “The river must not be far away.”