That long gray spot in the black.

It's about fifteen miles.

Ride along the Rim that way till y'u cross a trail.
Shore y'u can't miss it.

Then go down." "I'm much obliged to you," replied Jean, reluctantly accepting what he regarded as his dismissal.

Turning his horse, he put his foot in the stirrup, then, hesitating, he looked across the saddle at the girl.