CHAPTER XIII
AT TWO IN THE CAÑONT
HOUGH the afternoon was not far spent, the party immediately went into camp in the gorge. If Mary’s sprain was severe, the doctor told the others gravely, it would be impossible for her to touch the injured foot to the ground for many days. The men might carry her back, but it would be next to impossible, and altogether reckless, to carry her forward. What were they to do?
Mary was suffering silently beside the campfire, and the others had withdrawn to a distance to hold their conference. Then came her snappy voice:
“That’s mighty impolite. I know what you’re talking about. Come over here by the fire and I’ll relieve your minds.”
When they had congregated about her she said placidly:
“Now, there’s just one thing for you to do. That is to go on, and l
