"The first time I ever saw out of the United States," Bob said.
"Same here," Jack agreed.
"I've been here a number of times and have, of course, seen it, but I've never been over the line, or rather the river," Sue told them.
After enjoying the view for a few minutes they began the descent. After the first few hundred feet the trail was much smoother than on the way up and, as the slope was much more gentle, they made good progress and, in less than an hour had reached their destination.
"Here we are," Sue cried as she pulled her horse up and slipped from the saddle.
Following her outstretched hand with their eyes they saw the rock, perched at the top of a low cliff about a hundred yards from where they stood. As she had told them, it was an almost perfect image of an owl's head and for some moments they stared at it in wonder.
"Isn't it worth the trip?" she asked
"It sure is," Bob told her and Jack declared that he would go twice as far to see it.
They remained there for an hour during which time they ate their lunch and allowed the horses to graze a short distance away where there was plenty of grass. They started back about two o'clock and had nearly reached the top when Sue, who was a short distance ahead of the boys, held up her hand at the same time stopping her horse.
"There's some horsemen coming up the trail," she said as they rode up. "Hear them?"