"But the sun's
getting kind of low, you notice."
"In other words, we'd better be looking around for a place to camp,
Frank?"
"You've hit the nail on the head," the other replied. "Suppose we hold
up here for a bit, and let me take another squint up yonder through the
glass."
"Meaning at old Thunder Mountain?" observed Bob, as his eye traveled
upward toward the bare crown of the great uplift, that had so long
remained a source of mystery to the entire community.
"Yes. Just look at the pinons growing up the sides like tufts, along
with the funny looking clumps of stunted cedars. Then you can see the
aspens and silver spruce next. And over the whole outfit is a silence
that beats the desert itself. Whew! the closer you examine the place
the more it impresses you."
Bob accepted the glasses after Frank had used them and focussed them on
the slope.
"So that's old Thunder Mountain, is it?" he remarked. "Well, I must
say it shows up right well. I've tried to picture the place from all
we've heard."
"But you don't feel disappointed, do you?" asked Frank.
"Not a bit, Frank," his companion continued. "I've seen some
mountains, even before I came out here to your Rockies; but there's
something about this thing that just staggers a fellow. Wow! but we'll
sure have our troubles climbing that wild slope."
"Never could make it if it wasn't for the canyons," Frank added. "They
all tell me that.
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