“Over yonder’s my ranch,” said he.
Joan looked. There was not a sign of house or clearing, but she followed his gesture and nodded.
“Under the mountains?” she said.
“At the foot of Thunder Cañon. You can see a gap in the pines. There’s a waterfall just above—that white streak. Now you’ve got it. Where you come from ’s to the south, away yonder.”
Joan would not turn her head. “Yes,” said she, “I know.”
Suddenly tears rushed to her eyes. She had a moment of unbearable longing and regret. Pierre said nothing; he was not watching her.
“Come on,” said he, “or your father will be takin’ after us.”
They rode at a gallop down the hill.