"And maybe the horses can rest, too," from Barbara.
"Bob's going to join the S.P.C.A. soon," laughed Eleanor.
"No, I'm not, but horses will last longer if you feed and rest them, and I do not care to walk home!" retorted Barbara.
"I brought my fishing tackle, girls, and while you are unpacking dinner
I may as well cast for a few trout in that stream," suggested Polly.
"Can you fish trout?" exclaimed Barbara, wonderingly.
"Can a bird fly?" laughed Anne.
"The idea! A westerner and not know how to fish!" scorned Eleanor.
But Barbara was not sensitive to-day so did not feel offended at these remarks; neither did she take pains to disguise her real sentiments when it would have been kinder to keep silence on a subject.
Having reached the base of the cliff, the girls found a delightful spot for the luncheon. The packs were slipped from Choko and he, with the other mounts, were hobbled and left to graze on the buffalo grass in the clearing.
The girls unpacked a pannier while Polly arranged her tackle and started for the top of the cliff whence fell the water.
"Let me go with you, Poll, and watch?" asked Eleanor.