Midday found them standing by a huge rock at the edge of a clump of pines on one of the higher points of the western end of the range.

Here they would have their lunch.
As they sat in the lee of the great rock, with the wind that sweeps the mountain tops singing in the pines above their heads, they looked directly down upon the wide Galena Valley and far across to the spurs and slopes of the San Jacintos beyond.

Sibyl's keen eyes--mountain-trained from childhood--marked a railway train crawling down the grade from San Gorgonio Pass toward the distant ocean.

She tried in vain to point it out to her companion.

But the city eyes of the man could not find the tiny speck in the vast landscape that lay within the range of their vision.