It's not only colder thar, but the winds are always blowin' hard through the pass.

Jest look back at Townsville.

Ain't she fine an' neat down thar in the valley, beside that clear creek which higher up in the mountains is full of the juiciest an' sweetest trout that man ever stuck a tooth into." Dick saw that Petty was talkative, but he did not mind.

In fact, both he and Whitley liked the man's joyous and unbroken run of chatter.

He turned in his saddle and looked back, following the stout man's pointing finger.