The Waterbury Democrat., 1937-06-29

They started back down, and found the descent almost as hard as the clob Carolee slipped once almost cutting her knee on rock. She was trembling a little when she stood up again, but she went gamely on, declining Stuart's offer to aid her.
 She was eve in the lead part of he time, and once she drew back and gasped. Instantly Stu art was with her. But she had simply been startled at the ghastly skeleton of a COW, some steer that had strayed from its range and died of thirst or in a fall. Never theless, this experience didn't help any, under the circumstances.
 He led the way definitely now. After a minute or two he spoke:
 Say, I never saw those bones on the way up there, did you?"
 "No-o-o, I didn't, she admitted. We overlooked them, suppose"
 But the incident crystallized a new thought in both their minds. They were stopping to pass under limbs, parting scrub oak and dodging Spanish dagger and maguey plants, suffering ankle nips from cacti, skidding on rocks. Where in this maze of wilderness, had they left the horses? The boy and girl stopped and stared at each other Smiles were decidedly forced.
 All at once, however, Carolee brightened.
 She pursed her lips and whis- tied. Instantly Chieftain whinnied not more than 100 feet away. q wasn't farm lass for nothing, she laughed, and Stuart ap- plauded. They were soon mounted again.
 From his saddle Stuart took one more look through the glasses before returning them to the pocket. He swung the field oi vision both high and low, without any definite hope, and then g white dot caught his attention. Il wasn't down the narrow canyor or on any of the nearby boulders or on any of the hazily distan peaks which they could barely see. It was high, and seemingly on the very face of Superstition.
 There's something, Carolee!" ht announced, intently. Something white up there. thought it was g white rock at first, but I'm China man If it's not moving. You look"
 She took the glasses and ad- justed them to her eyes.
 "Oh-o-oh" she was gleeful. "It's home! That's where I live I know it. recognize it. That's our clothes line, know. Mother has hung out sheets or something. And that green clump of trees is where I live. It's home"
 Stuart was amazed.
 Your home? Away up there?"
 "Yes, Stuart! We're camped there, in shack. We're going to stay until father and the boys find their silly gold mine. Oh gee-e-e!
 Chieftain turned his head tc look at her, she was jiggling so ir her excitement. Stuart, too, was 1 beaming again now.
 Its away up," she continued "At least 5000 feet, Father says It's marvellous but it's - lonesome I'm little afraid sometimes"
 q shouldn't wonder. But noth- ing has bothered you there, surely Is old Superstition casting her spell on you, too? Thunder gods live up here, you know"
 They were riding easily now Neither spoke again seriously of be- ing lost, for 1t was, somehow, em- barrassing. Stuart felt his incompet- ence as an outdoor escort, and Car olee sensed his feeling. She tried tactfully to ease him because, after all, he had discovered the white spot and saved them.
 The distant dot of the Golfer home, almost like an eagles eyrie from the riders position, gave them just the direction they need ed. Their horses, in fact, had in- stinctively been headed approxi- mately right all the time. Carolet came to her senses then, remember ed more of her farm rearing, anc quietly gave Chieftain free rein. He soon plodded them back to trail: that they recognized, and from which they could catch glimpses oi Superstition Lodge still further be- low. They agreed to go to the Lodge for lunch, for it was well past noor now.
 T should be afraid you'd fal off," unused Stuart, gazing up- ward.
 Its not that" she laughed. q just have vague fears about