Now forget everything except your eyes and tell me what you see.

Have you ever been here before ?" "I have been through a few times before, but seems to me I | never saw it looking quite so pretty." Linda drove carefully, but presently Donald uttered an exclamation as she swerved from the road and started down what appeared to be quite a steep embankment and headed straight for the stream.
"Sit tight," she said tersely.

"The Bear Cat just loves its cave.

It knows where it is going." She broke through a group of young willows and ran the car! into a tiny plateau, walled in a circle by the sheer sides of the! canyon reaching upward almost out of sight, topped with great jagged overhanging boulders.

Crowded to one side, she stopped the car and sat quietly, smiling at Donald Whiting.
"How about it ?" she asked in a low voice.
The boy looked around him, carefully examining the canyon walls, and then at the level, odorous floor where one could not step without crushing tiny flowers of white, cerise, blue, and yellow.