“It sounds interesting,” agreed Grace, “but of course you know we do not care to camp where there are people. What we are out for is to get away from people. What is there in the way of game in the Sierra Ancha Range?”
“Deer, bear an’ cougar is the big game. Plenty of smaller stuff.”
“I will talk with our party about the hunting, but I hardly think they will care for it. Is it possible to visit the cliff dwellings?” questioned Grace.
“Some of ’em. Others can’t be reached.”
Elfreda glanced quickly at Grace and frowned to herself.
“You mean that no one has been able to get to them, Mr. Fairweather?”
“Yes, Mrs. Gray.”
“Why not?”
“Sharp cliffs hundreds of feet up or down.”
“One can get above them, I suppose?” persisted Grace.