"Nothing particular. I thought we would try for this trail and have dinner up here, then do whatever you liked before starting for home."
"How long might it take to ride along the top and hunt for Grizzly
Slide?" asked Eleanor eagerly.
"I'm not sure of the distance, although I hear it is four miles from Four Mile Blaze. From here to the blaze may be one or ten miles, but the going is fine on this trail," replied Polly, eagerly showing her inclinations.
"I simply won't consider going back home yet!" declared Eleanor.
"We might go on a bit further before eating, and then we can see what
the trail is like. If we decided to try for the Grizzly
Something-or-other Poll mentioned, I'll agree, all right!" ventured
Anne, the gleam of adventure shining in her eyes.
"I'm the only molly-coddle in the crowd and I'd like to see more of this mountain, myself," laughed Barbara.
"'Nuff said,' when Barbara talks like that!" laughed Eleanor.
So they continued along the crest of the mountain from which grand views of distant peaks and vast forest-sides could be seen. The brilliant hues of wild flowers, everywhere, mottled the ground; the dark-green of towering pines, or again the shorter aspens like pickets on guard in the foreground; the bleached skeletons of lodge-pole pine burnt clean in forest fires; and just before the riders, the plunging water falling from a cliff that shut out any glimpse of the trail ahead, combined to produce a master-piece of Nature's work.
"Why not camp at those Falls for dinner?" asked Eleanor.
"Good idea—I'm half-starved," admitted Anne.