She dropped to all fours in the tall grass and moved cautiously toward the edge.
Flat upon her breast, she worked her way to the edge and looked down.

A faintly lined path led from the house through a gate in a zigzag fence and up to the base of her fortress.

The rock had so crumbled on that side that a sort of path extended clear up to the top.

But her alarm quieted somewhat when she noted how the path was grass-grown.
As nearly as she could judge it was about five o'clock.

So that smoke meant breakfast! Her eyes fixed hungrily upon the thin column of violet vapor mounting straight into the still morning air.