Up on the ridge this side, where the rock is that throws a shadow like a cat's head on the opposite wall, you can look down a ways.

But the two sides come so close together at the top that you can't see the bottom of the canyon at all.

I've been on the ridge where I could see the cat's head." Bud glanced speculatively up at the sun, and Honey, catching his meaning, shook her head and smiled.
"If we get into the Sinks and back to-day, they will do enough talking about it; or Uncle Dave will, and Marian.

I--I thought perhaps you'd be able to tell me about--Catrock Canyon." "I'm able to say I don't know a thing about it.

If no one can get into it, I should think that's about all, isn't it ?" "Yes--you'd think so," Honey agreed enigmatically, and began to talk of the racing that day, and of the dance, and of other dances and other races yet to come.