Teddy said “Yes” after the manner of a horse, as plain as words could say it.
From their feet the trail dropped again to another gorge, beyond which the ranger could make out a stretch of valley through which ran the gleam of a silvery thread.
“We're going down now into Mantrap Gulch. The patch of green you see beyond is Lost Valley,” she told him.
“Lost Valley,” he repeated, in amazement. “Are we going to Lost Valley?”
“You've named our destination.”
“But—you don't live in Lost Valley.”
“Don't I?”
“Do you?”
“Yes,” she answered, amused at his consternation, if it were that.
“I wish I had known,” he said, as if to himself.