As this suggestion was seconded by the others, Tally and Omney grinned joyously, for it was a windfall they had not looked for.
Further along the trail, Tally turned off to stop at a ranch-house and lay in a supply of flour and what other edibles the ranch-owner would sell him. Then they continued over the mountains.
Had the scouts come suddenly upon the Continental Divide they would have been speechless with the grandeur of it, but they had been riding past and over many peaks, canoeing down marvelous waterways, and had climbed all the ranges that led to the Divide, so that they scarcely realized that they were crossing the stupendous elevation until they heard Tally speak.
“Mos’ over now, foothills all way to Sulphur Springs.”
As they rode on, looking for Meadow Fork, along which Mr. Gilroy wished to trail, many questions were asked by the scouts and answered by the Indians.
Ruth then said, “I’ve heard a lot about Hot Sulphur Springs, Gilly, but what thrilling sight shall we find there?”
“Its name might lead you to believe you would see the apparition who is said to have charge of all sulphur worlds,” said Julie, giggling.
“Also you will have an opportunity to taste the nastiest drinking water he—Julie’s friend—ever sent bubbling forth,” added Mr. Gilroy, quickly.
“That friend and I had a falling out and now we are not on speaking terms!” retorted Julie, and the others laughed.
“Why stop there, then? Let’s go on to Goré’s Canyon,—that sounds awfully thrilling,” remarked Joan.