"But the records are there.

I am absolutely sure the paintings are at least a thousand years old.

I have never seen any tombs or paintings similar to them.
Snake Gulch is a find, and I shall some day study its wonders." Sundown caught us within sight of Oak Spring, and we soon trotted into camp to the welcoming chorus of the hounds.

Frank and the others had reached the cabin some hours before.

Supper was steaming on the hot coals with a delicious fragrance.
Then came the pleasantest time of the day, after a long chase or jaunt--the silent moments, watching the glowing embers of the fire; the speaking moments when a red-blooded story rang clear and true; the twilight moments, when the wood-smoke smelled sweet.
Jones seemed unusually thoughtful.