His feet were very small for a man's, and hers were--well, not tiny for a woman, and she would spend so much time hiking around over the hills that a person would think, of course, she had made the tracks.

Being an impulsive young woman who believed in doing things on the spot, she thereupon retired behind a corner of rock, and presently threw one of her high-lace boots out to Jack.

It crumpled his toes, but Jack thought he could wear it if he had to.

So that point was settled satisfactorily, and they went on planning impossibilities with a naive enthusiasm that would have horrified Murphy.
Any man could have told Jack things to dampen his enthusiasm for wintering on the top of King Solomon.

But Jack, for perfectly obvious reasons, was not asking any man for information or advice upon that subject.