"Then this must be the mountain we saw yesterday," said Jane.
"It is—it used to be called Pine Tree Hill by the farmers hereabouts, but we shortened it to Pine Nob. It gets the name on account of all the fine pines covering its sides," exclaimed Zan.
"But not a berry to be seen!" remarked Hilda.
"And not a snake!" laughed Miss Miller, looking at Elena.
After the Band had roamed about all they wished to, Miss Miller, who had been carefully examining the place, said, "Wouldn't this make a delightful spot for a night-camp when we begin star-gazing?"
"Oh, yes! And there is a small ravine where the spring of fresh water is!" added Zan eagerly.
"Is there! That was the only drawback as far as I knew—now that is removed," replied the Guide.
"Let's come as soon as we can," urged Jane.
"Very well. Suppose we say the first clear night after to-night!" suggested the Guide.
Returning, Zan chose a different road home. At the foot of Pine Nob Cheokee took the road past the Forks and went on the road that ran in front of the Hamilton place. So near were they that the barking of many dogs could be heard. Zan explained that Mr. Hamilton had thorough-bred dogs that he showed at exhibitions or sold for fabulous prices to dog-fanciers.