THE CALABASH STEW I had agreed with Denton to stick to the beach, but Schwartz could not last much longer, and I had not the slightest idea how far it might prove to be to Mollyhay.

So I turned up the trail.
We climbed a mountain ten thousand feet high.

I mean that; and I know, for I've climbed them that high, and I know just how it feels, and how many times you have to rest, and how long it takes, and how much it knocks out of you.

Those are the things that count in measuring height, and so I tell you we climbed that far.

Actually I suppose the hill was a couple of hundred feet, if not less.