"We will some other day. Now let us see the best views to get," quickly replied Anne, glad to hear Barbara express herself favorably. "You people go down into that yawning grave, while I sit here and plot out a preface for Anne's book," said exhausted Eleanor, selecting a bowlder where she could sit and see far and wide. "I'd just as soon stay with Eleanor while you two go down and back again," ventured Polly. "All right; Bob and I will see what's to be seen and be back shortly," agreed Anne, starting down the trail. The two young girls sat high upon the lava bowlder while Polly pointed out different familiar spots and mountain peaks. Then Eleanor turned and looked curiously at her companion. "Does your father own all of this great estate free and clear?" asked she. "Free and clear! What do you mean--that he cleared it of timber and freed it of sage-brush?" Eleanor laughed heartily. "Mercy no! I never thought of that. I meant a mortgage, you know." "I don't know what a mortgage is. But father never had to clear the place much as it was always rich free soil without brush." Eleanor glanced quizzically at Polly. "Humph! My father knows what a mortgage is, poor man! Mother made him do it to get her a French car this spring. If your father was my father and owned all this vast place free and clear, my mother would mortgage it in a jiffy if she married him!" "Well, she didn't!" came decidedly from Polly, with a grateful sigh of relief. Eleanor laughed in appreciation. "Say, Polly, my father would like you down to the ground!" Polly made no reply and Eleanor looked about her again. "Polly, how does it feel to own such wonderful things as you just showed us? And such a great farm as you have?" "I never thought of it. In fact, I don't believe any of us remember who owns them. Everybody is welcome to help themselves to these cliffs and the jewels at Rainbow Cliffs." "How much do you s'pose your father is worth?" now asked Eleanor, showing a trace of Mrs. Maynard's teachings. "I never asked him. We never thought of his being worth more than we might need." "Oh, but you never can need all those cattle, and the vast farm, or the wheat and other products he ships and they bring in money," persisted the daughter of a banker. "He sends it off 'cause we can't let it spoil, you know," replied the thrifty rancher's daughter. "But I don't know how much money he may be worth. Maybe a hundred thousand dollars for the land, and maybe another hundred thousand in cattle. I've heard John and Father talk over an offer of half a million dollars for part interest in the Rainbow Cliffs, but Dad wouldn't spoil 'em." "What! What did you say he refused?" shrilled Eleanor. Polly turned suddenly to look at her companion. She was surprised at the expression on Eleanor's face. "I never lie. Why should I?" she cried in defense. "No, but you must have been joking!" "I wasn't! Why should I joke?" retorted Polly.