Having climbed one peak and descended it, then the next one, and so on, and on, following the winding trail that became more difficult to find and more dangerous to climb, Polly finally drew rein beside a tree distinctly scarred.
"Hurrah! The blaze to the Slide," shouted she, scraping away the lichen that covered the spot.
Glad of an excuse to jump down and stretch their limbs, the other girls joined Polly at the tree and saw the blaze, although so old, to be perfectly plain and easily traced.
"Four miles to Grizzly Slide!" read Polly, exultantly.
"But it must be three o'clock or more. When can we hope to get back home?" murmured Barbara, glancing down the trail they just left.
"Too late to worry about that now," said Eleanor.
"I plan to see Grizzly Slide and then camp somewhere," said Polly.
"That is the best thing, now," added Anne.
"You don't mean to sleep out in this awful wilderness, do you?" gasped
Barbara.
"No, we're going to engage a suite of rooms at the 'Queen Victoria' for to-night!" jeered Eleanor.