CHAPTER VI
THE INFANT GEYSER GETS BUSY
“I am going to visit the terraces,” announced Grace after breakfast next morning. “Who is coming with me?”
“The entire party, I reckon,” answered Elfreda. “Ponies or on foot?”
“Ponies, of course,” spoke up Hippy. “Walking is most tiresome exercise. That’s why I took up flying when we entered the World War,” he added amid laughter.
An early start was made that morning, and shortly after sun-up the Overlanders dismounted at the base of the terraces, tethered their horses, and, led by the guide, began the upward climb, Stacy Brown, as usual, straggling some distance behind his companions. The party’s first halt was made at the “Infant Geyser,” and much merriment followed when the guide told them what it was.
“What’s all the row about?” demanded Stacy as he came puffing up and saw a column of water, about the size of a lead pencil, squirting a few inches above the ground. “What is that thing?”
“Perhaps it is ‘Old Faithful,’” answered Emma teasingly.
“You don’t say?” Stacy drew near, eyeing the “Infant” appraisingly.
“This is the ‘Infant Geyser,’” Grace informed him. “‘Old Faithful’ throws a column of water one hundred and fifty feet high.”