"May the desert grow enough of them so that we'll never lack one when we want to have a Saturday picnic." Laughingly they drank this toast; and the skewers were filled a second time.

When they could eat no more they packed away the lunch things, buried the fire, took the axe and the field glasses, and started on a trip of exploration down the canyon.

Together they admired delicate and exquisite ferns growing around great gray boulders.

Donald tasted hunters' rock leek, and learned that any he found while on a hunting expedition would furnish a splendid substitute for water.

Linda told him of rare flowers she lacked and what they were like and how he would be able to identify what she wanted in case he should ever find any when he was out hunting or with his other friends.