"Well, that's some consolation, anyway!" sighed Eleanor.
"What do you want to do with this snake, Poll?" asked Anne, as the sisters climbed back into their saddles.
"Goodness me! What would she do with it, except to kick it over into the bushes!" cried Barbara.
"Polly is laughing! She thinks you are crazy, Anne!" added Eleanor, impatiently, for she was eager to proceed on the trail.
"Well, Polly, I think we will have it skinned and sent to Denver to be made into an odd handbag for your mother!" suggested Anne.
"Oh, Anne, how splendid! I wish I could find a snake skin!" cried
Eleanor.
"Yes, Anne, I think mother will love that!" added Polly, gratefully, so the rattler was moved carefully over to a large flat rock near the trail, where they could readily find it on their way back.
CHAPTER XII
THE BLIZZARD ON GRIZZLY SLIDE
As the adventurers advanced up the mountainside, the pines grew closer until it was almost impossible to ride between the great trees that crowded on either side of the faint trail.