“Never having been in that situation I can’t say that I do feel that way,” answered Grace, laughing merrily. “I must admit that I do feel queer, though.”
As they got higher their peculiar sensations increased rather than diminished.
“Tell you what I’m going to do, folks,” shouted Stacy. “After we get to the top I’m going to beat you all back to camp. I’m going to jump off the mountain, I am. Hurrah! Come along, Emma, and take the leap with me.”
“Perish the thought! Perish it with a big, big perisher,” replied Emma. “I probably shall slide, but leap? Never!”
It was mid-afternoon before they called another halt, and by that time Emma and Nora were almost exhausted from their activity and nervous excitement.
“I would suggest that we make coffee before going further,” urged Grace.
“Yes, let’s eat,” agreed Stacy.
“I did not say ‘eat,’ I said coffee,” returned Grace. “You may eat all you wish from your dry rations, but we shall cook nothing but coffee.”
Coffee was made and did them all good. It steadied them, and made them feel that nothing was too difficult for them to undertake.
“Did not the guide say we could make this journey and return in one day?” demanded Grace, gazing up at Electric Peak which seemed farther away than when they started out.