Part 11 (1/2)
Never had a picnic luncheon tasted so good to any of the party. The mountain air had put an edge on their appet.i.tes, and Heavy performed such feats of mastication that Helen declared she trembled for the result.
”Don't you trouble about me,” said the stout girl. ”You want to begin to worry over _my_ health when I don't eat at all. And I can't see where I have got so far ahead of any of the rest of you in the punishment of this lunch.”
But afterward, when the other girls proposed to climb the rocky path to the summit of the natural bridge, Heavy objected.
”It's injurious to take violent exercise after eating heavily,” she said.
”I never knew the time when Heavy considered it safe to exercise,” said The Fox, who had gradually recovered her usual manner since the runaway.
”The time between meals isn't long enough, in her opinion, to warrant anybody's working. Come on! let's leave her to slothful dreams.”
”And blisters,” added Heavy. ”My shoes have hurt me for two days. I wouldn't climb over these rocks for a farm-with a pig on't! Go on-and perspire-and tell yourselves you're having a good time. I've a book here to read,” declared the graceless and lazy stout girl.
”But aren't the boys going?” asked Ruth.
”They've started for the tunnel down there-with Jib,” said Jane Ann, with a snap. ”Huh! boys aren't no good, anyway.”
”Your opinion may be correct; your grammar is terrible,” scoffed Mary c.o.x.
”Never you mind about my grammar, Miss Smarty!” rejoined the Western girl, who really couldn't forget the peril into which The Fox had run her friends so recently. ”If you girls are comin' along to the top of the bridge, come on. Let the boys go down there, if they want to. The rocks are slippery, and they'll get sopping wet.”
”There isn't any danger, is there?” queried Helen, thinking of her brother.
”No, of course not,” replied Jane Ann. ”No more danger than there is up this way,” and she led the way on the path that wound up the rocky heights.
The girls were dressed in corduroy skirts and strong, laced walking boots-a fitting costume for the climb. But had Jib been present at the camp perhaps he would not have allowed them to start without an escort.
Ricardo had to remain at the camp. This was a wild country and not even Jane Ann carried any weapon, although when the ranchman's niece rode about the range alone she carried a gun-and she knew how to use the weapon, too.
But they could hear the shouts of the boys, rising above the thunder of the river, when they left the plateau and began to climb the heights, and danger of any kind did not enter the minds of the girls. It was like picnicking along the Lumano River, at home, only the scenery here was grander.
Ruth and Helen a.s.sumed the lead after a very few minutes; they were even better climbers than the Western girl. But the way was steep and rugged and it wasn't long before their chatter ceased and they saved their breath for the work in hand. Madge and Jane Ann came along after the chums quite pluckily; but The Fox began clamoring for rest before they had climbed half the distance to the top of the cliff.
”Oh, come on, Mary!” e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Madge. ”Don't be whining.”
”I don't see anything in this,” grumbled The Fox. ”It's no fun scrambling over these rocks. Ouch! Now I've torn my stocking.”
”Aw, come on!” said Jane Ann. ”You're a regular wet blanket, you are.”
”There's no sense in working so hard for nothing,” snapped The Fox.
”What did you start out for, Mary?” demanded Madge. ”You might have remained at the camp with Heavy.”
”And she had sense.”
”It's too bad _you_ haven't a little, then,” observed Jane Ann, rudely.
Ruth and Helen, who really enjoyed the climb, looked down from the heights and beckoned their comrades on.
”Hurry up, Slow Pokes!” cried Ruth. ”We shall certainly beat you to the top.”