There is no danger." Clara would have preferred not to go, or would have preferred to go with Thurstane.
"My dear child, what do you mean ?" urged Aunt Maria, looking out of her wagon.

"Mr.Coronado, I'll ride there with you myself." The result of the dialogue which ensued was that, after the train had entered the gorge of the larger canon, Coronado and Clara turned back and wandered up the smaller one, followed at a distance by Texas Smith.

In twenty minutes they were separated from the wagons by a barrier of sandstone several hundred feet high, and culminating in a sharp ridge or frill of rocky points, not unlike the spiny back of a John Dory.

The scenery, although nothing new to Clara, was such as would be considered in any other land amazing.

Vast walls on either side, consisting mainly of yellow sandstone, were variegated with white, bluish, and green shales, with layers of gypsum of the party-colored marl series, with long lines of white limestone so soft as to be nearly earth, and with red and green foliated limestone mixed with blood-red shales.