"Oh, that must be just a fancy," protested Lionel. "There isn't a living soul within a mile of us."
"Voices, I should say, if it were not quite impossible that it could be voices,—very low and hushed."—Page 260.
And at the same moment Dorry, a couple of hundred feet distant, was remarking to Imogen:—
"These canyons do have the most extraordinary echoes. There's the strangest cooing and sibilating going on above."
"Wood pigeons, most probably; there are heaps of them hereabout."
Presently the pair from above, slowly climbing down the ravine hand-in-hand, came upon the pair below, just rising from their seat to go home. There was a mutual consternation in the four countenances comical to behold.
"You here!" cried Imogen.
"And you here!" retorted Lionel. "Why, we never suspected it. What brought you up?—and Carr, too, I declare!"
"Why—oh—it's a pretty place," stammered Imogen. "Theodore—Mr. Carr, I mean— Now, Lionel, what are you laughing at?"