"I don't like bristles." "But in the wilderness----" "One can shave as well as another can make curls," she reminded him, and there came an adorable little dimple at the corner of her mouth as she looked toward Paul Blackton.
Aldous was glad that Paul and Peggy Blackton did most of the talking that morning.

They spent half an hour where the explosion of the night before had blown out the side of the mountain, and then drove on to Coyote Number Twenty-eight.

It was in the face of a sandstone cliff, and all they could see of it when they got out of the wagon was a dark hole in the wall of rock.

Not a soul was about, and Blackton rubbed his hands with satisfaction.
"Everything is completed," he said.

"Gregg put in the last packing this morning, and all we are waiting for now is four o'clock this afternoon." The hole in the mountain was perhaps four feet square.