"Uncle Dave will be mad, I expect.

But I've never seen the Sinks at night, with moonlight." She was quiet while the horses waded Sunk Creek and picked their way carefully over a particularly rocky stretch beyond.

"But what I'd rather do," she said, speaking from her thoughts which had evidently carried forward in the silence, "is explore Catrock Canyon." "Well, why not, if we have time ?" Bud rode up alongside her.

"Is it far ?" Honey looked at him searchingly.

"You must be stranger to these parts," she said disbelievingly.