“Yes, by takin’ a trail ’round the mountain.”
“I’ll take a try at exploring them,” observed Hippy as if he really meant it.
“You will not if you keep on eating,” declared Nora.
“Are there other trails that lead to the top—I should say that lead to the mountain where these cliff dwellers lived?” questioned Grace.
“From other directions, yes.”
“So that one could get there without following the route we have taken thus far?”
“Oh, yes.”
“What are you driving at, Grace?” demanded Anne.
“Information, Anne dear. Remember, one never can know too much about anything.”
“Yes he can,” differed Hippy. “One can know too much about overland riding. I know so much about it already that it pains me to think about how much I do know, and the journey isn’t half over. At this rate I shall acquire so much information that my brain surely will blow up one day.”