"If the back wall of my yard so halts you--what will you ever do when you see the Painted Desert, or climb Sunset Peak, or look down into the Grand Canyon ?" "Oh, Glenn, where are you ?" cried Carley, gazing everywhere near at hand.

But he was farther away.

The clearness of his voice had deceived her.

Presently she espied him a little distance away, across a creek she had not before noticed.
"Come on," he called.

"I want to see you cross the stepping stones." Carley ran ahead, down a little slope of clean red rock, to the shore of the green water.