“Persons of limited mental equipment seldom are,” observed Emma.
A cloud of steam burst suddenly from the cone of the geyser with a thrilling hiss and a roar. The Overland Riders stood not upon the order of their going, Stacy Brown leading the rush to get out of the danger zone.
“Run!” shouted the guide.
“Run!” Shouted the Guide.
There was little need for his warning. The Overland Riders were already running at top speed.
The menacing hiss of the geyser grew louder, and the cloud of misty spray mounted higher and higher. Then a vast column of water rose into the air, with clouds of white steam.
“Oh, look! Look!” cried Nora, clapping her hands excitedly.
“Wonderful! A sublime spectacle,” breathed Elfreda Briggs.
Higher and still higher mounted the column until it had reached a height estimated at one hundred and fifty feet. There it hung, a glistening tower, showering a thin mist of hot spray over a wide area. For seven minutes “Old Faithful” continued to play into the air, then the column gradually shortened.