CHAPTER III.
MYRTLE DEAN "We were due in Denver three hours ago, and it's an hour's run or more yet," remarked Beth De Graf, walking briskly up and down the platform of a way station where the train had stopped for orders.
"And it's beginning to snow," observed Patricia Doyle, beside her.
"I'm afraid this weather isn't very propitious for an automobile trip." "Uncle John doesn't worry," said Beth.

"He believes there is perpetual sunshine west of Denver." "Yes; a man named Haggerty told him.

But you'll notice that Daddy doesn't seem to believe the tale.

Anyhow, we shall soon know the truth, Beth, and the trip is somewhat on the order of a voyage of discovery, which renders it fascinating to look forward to.

There is such fun in not knowing just what is going to happen next." "When one travels with Uncle John," returned Beth, smiling, "she knows exactly--nothing.