She could not say that Charley had shown any indication of his mental peculiarity to her.

It took considerable restraint not to lead him to talk more about Flo and Glenn.
Presently they reached the turn in the road, opposite the cottage Carley had noticed yesterday, and here her loquacious escort halted.
"You take the trail heah," he said, pointing it out, "an' foller it into West Fork.

So long, an' don't forget we're goin' huntin' turkeys." Carley smiled her thanks, and, taking to the trail, she stepped out briskly, now giving attention to her surroundings.

The canyon had widened, and the creek with its deep thicket of green and white had sheered to the left.

On her right the canyon wall appeared to be lifting higher--and higher.