It reached toward branches of great pines.

A spring burst from a crack in the solid rock.
The campfire blazed under a pine, and the blue column of smoke rose just in front of the shelving rock.

Packs were lying on the grass and some of them were open.

There were no signs here of a permanent habitation of the hunter.

But farther on were other huge rocks, leaning, cracked, and forming caverns, some of which perhaps he utilized.
"My camp is just back," said Dale, as if he had read Helen's mind.
"To-morrow we'll fix up comfortable-like round here for you girls." Helen and Bo were made as easy as blankets and saddles could make them, and the men went about their tasks.
"Nell--isn't this--a dream ?" murmured Bo.
"No, child.