Then they lost sight of each other.
Only Jeff was left to mark the spot from which they started.
CHAPTER XII[ToC]
THE EDGY-EDGE!
Dorothy stood and looked down. It was a very steep descent, and the bottom, a black sheet of water, that looked like ink.
The danger of the spot seemed to fascinate her. Then the thought that perhaps poor, wilful Tavia had fallen down such a place; that perhaps at that very moment, she lay alone, helpless, at the bottom of a cliff!
"But there is a road down there," Dorothy mused. "I never would have thought to find a roadway along those rocks. Even the Indians, who very likely, made most of these trails, might easily have found a better and safer road to and from the same woodland ways."
Then she remembered that the lumbermen had use of streams in their traffic, and she decided that this was one of the roads made for their log teams.