“Like it, June?”
“I never did know nothing like it.”
“You weren't scared?”
“Skeered o' what?” she asked, and Hale wondered if there was anything of which she would be afraid.
They were entering the Gap now and June's eyes got big with wonder over the mighty up-shooting peaks and the rushing torrent.
“See that big rock yonder, June?” June craned her neck to follow with her eyes his outstretched finger.
“Uh, huh.”
“Well, that's called Bee Rock, because it's covered with flowers—purple rhododendrons and laurel—and bears used to go there for wild honey. They say that once on a time folks around here put whiskey in the honey and the bears got so drunk that people came and knocked 'em in the head with clubs.”
“Well, what do you think o' that!” said June wonderingly.
Before them a big mountain loomed, and a few minutes later, at the mouth of the Gap, Hale stopped and turned his horse sidewise.