To hide her emotion, she quickly rode on down the trail. Presently she reined in to indicate a large cliff across the ravine. At this hour of sunset it was a shimmering wall of color.
“Echo Cliff,” she said softly. “Be sure to point it out to our dudes.”
“Say, you sure have picked up a lot of fancy names,” Lefty complained good naturedly.
“They are the names I gave these places when I was a child. I was a great one to pretend, you know.”
“Will the rock really echo?” asked Jim.
“Listen!” commanded Connie.
Cupping her hands to her mouth she gave a long, clear cry which came back not once but several times.
“Say, that’s a real echo!” Lefty exclaimed. “In all the years I been workin’ here I never knew you could get an echo like that.”
“Maybe I’ll be able to teach you a few things about this ranch,” Connie laughed. “I know and love every rock and stone here.”
“If you lose the place,” said Lefty, “it will be a rotten shame.”