CHAPTER 3At five o’clock that afternoon the little party lined up on a flat terrace of rock at the brink of Obiscaw Falls and looked over. It was a sight to shake a man’s confidence in himself. Off to the left a mighty cascade of tea-brown water came leaping and bounding down a steep, straight gulch to flatten out for a couple of hundred yards in a wildly brawling rapid before it gathered itself up for the long sheer plunge into a pool below. The whole earth seemed to tremble under the reverberations of the water. On either side the walls of the gulch swept up to the sky covered all the way with spruce and fir of a green so rich and dark as almost to appear black.
Jim Lockran with a kindling eye looked up where the water was bounding down as it were a gigantic flight of stairs. “She comes
