"I never thought," she said softly, "that I'd love to come up here the way I do. Of course I know Jim isn't here. He's gone on to make others happy Somewhere Else. But I like to remember how we used to climb up here and look off at the country. He always loved it so. I used to be so lonely without him, but now I'm glad--glad he's having all the wonderful things that just must happen after we--go on! That's why I like William's flowers so! They're so glad, too!" "I like William for taking such good care of them," said Mary. "I saw him coming up here yesterday with his garden tools." "William!" cried Virginia gladly. "Why, William's _always_ been next best to Jim!" CHAPTER XI "EVER VIGILANT" "There's no reason in the world why more than three of us should go back," said Virginia. "I know just exactly where she left it. It's on the table just back of the jars of raspberries. All right, Vivian, if you insist and are sure you're not too tired. It's all of six miles there and back, you know. It's not a bit necessary, Carver, but we'd love to have you come if you want to. Sagebrush Point, Don--at the open place? All right, we'll be there." "Be sure to make the Canyon Path before dusk," warned Donald. "It's bad there, you know. Signals all right? Better take my revolver. Malcolm has his." Virginia examined the revolver before securing the holster to her saddle. "Two, if we need you; three, if everything's all right. You probably won't hear either. We'll see you by six o'clock. Good luck!" She turned Pedro, and, followed by Carver and Vivian, rode back up the trail, while the others kept on down the mountain side toward Sagebrush Point where they were to meet Malcolm and Aunt Nan. They had ridden far up Bear Canyon, miles beyond the farthest bear-trap, to the Forest Ranger's cabin. The trail was wilder than six of them had ever imagined a trail could be. Sometimes it was almost obliterated, but the blaze of the rangers with its U.S. brand told them that human beings had traversed it, and that they might safely follow. At noon they had reached the cabin--a lonely eyrie looking down into the gorge of the river. Behind it unbroken forests stretched for miles.