“There,” said Westy half-aloud, “is their aerie and that means we are to keep away from that cliff!”
CHAPTER XXI—THE MYSTERIOUS HOLLOW
As he came into the open clearing by Uncle Jeb’s cabin, Westy could detect the smell of bacon frying crisp and brown. Uncle Jeb hailed him and good-naturedly asked if he had any trouble getting back.
“Not so’s you could notice it,” he retorted.
While they were eating supper he related to them his experience and discovery of the afternoon. Uncle Jeb listened intently and then cautioned the boys to be careful about going so far out on the cliff.
“Not only thet,” he said, “but yuh can’t allus tell when them birds’ll take it into their fool heads to make a new nest on t’other side where Westy wuz.”
They sat in breathless silence, as he told them many thrilling and hair-raising adventures of his boyhood days.
“What do yuh boys say we turn in now?” he concluded.
Indeed the boys did not need coaxing to turn in, for their eyes were already heavy with weariness and want of sleep.
They tumbled into their respective berths with goodwill and soon Sleep drew her mystical curtain about them and their first night in the bosom of the Rocky Mountains.