And the very next day she insisted upon meeting him on the ridge beyond Toll-Gate basin and climbing with him to the cave.

As soon as she had breath enough to talk, she agreed with him as emphatically as her vocabulary and her flexible voice would permit.

Made to order?
She should say it was! Why, it was perfect, and she was just as jealous of him as she could be.

Why, look at the view! And the campfire smoke wouldn't show but would drift away through all those caves; or if it did show, people would simply think that a new volcano had bursted loose, and they would be afraid to climb the peak for fear of getting caught in an eruption.

Even if they did come up, Jack could see them hours before they got there, and he could hide.