“I think I’ll walk around a little,” she said casually.
“O.K., but don’t go outside of shouting distance,” warned her brother in a superior tone. “It’s awful easy to get lost unless you know the woods like Ticktock and I do.”
One side of the clearing was bounded by a rocky hill which sloped up abruptly. Jean chose this side to explore. She started climbing upward through the rocks. After approximately half an hour went by, Jim decided it was time that he had some word from his sister. He was about to shout when he heard her calling him.
“Jim, guess where I am,” she shouted
“I don’t know; where are you?”
“I’m in your hide-out, smarty!”
Completely puzzled Jim started toward the hillside. He looked up at the steep rocky slope in bewilderment.
“I can’t see you,” he said finally.
“Here I am,” came her voice from almost over his head.
Jim looked up as his sister appeared from behind a short stunted tree about fifteen feet up the face of what was almost a cliff.