“If you don’t camp somewhere soon, you’ll find me ended there!” sighed Anne, comically.
Before they reached this “end” however, the Captain held up a hand for silence, as she said, “That’s a queer sound I hear!”
The others reined in their horses and listened. They then heard it, also. Mr. Vernon said, “Sounds like thunder, I think.”
“No, it sounds more like a stampede of cattle on a ranch. If you’ve ever heard the hoofbeats of a herd of steer, you’d know that this is like it,” came from Mr. Gilroy.
Tally grinned at both men. “Him waterfall!”
“Waterfall! All that volume of sound?” asked Mr. Gilroy, skeptically.
“Him big waterfall,” repeated Tally.
“Let’s hurry to find it, then!” declared Julie, urging her horse forward and gaining the corner of the cliff at the end of the ravine, ahead of her companions.
The crags completely hid all that might be beyond them; but as the riders went along, the volume of sound increased until the roaring of water convinced every one that the Indian must be right in his surmise. Then they passed around the obstructing crag, and sat spellbound at the panorama spread out before them.
The first glimpse of this tremendous waterfall was that of tawny green water bounding headlong over the precipice. Its dynamic vehemence had cleft a fearful way through the crags on either side of it, and adown its course one could see black hulks of rock that projected out from the swirling flood. The roar and thunder of this tremendous stream prevented any one from hearing other sounds.