Glenn, of
course, would accompany him.
"Carley and I will go too," asserted Flo.
"Reckon that'll be good," said Hutter, with approving nod.
His wife also agreed that it would be fine for Carley to see the beautiful
desert country round Sunset Peak. But Glenn looked dubious.
"Carley, it'll be rather hard," he said. "You're soft, and riding and lying
out will stove you up. You ought to break in gradually."
"I rode ten miles today," rejoined Carley. "And didn't mind it--much." This
was a little deviation from stern veracity.
"Shore Carley's well and strong," protested Flo. "She'll get sore, but that
won't kill her."
Glenn eyed Flo with rather penetrating glance. "I might drive Carley round
about in the car," he said.
"But you can't drive over those lava flats, or go round, either. We'd have
to send horses in some cases miles to meet you. It's horseback if you go at
all."
"Shore we'll go horseback," spoke up Flo. "Carley has got it all over that
Spencer girl who was here last summer."
"I think so, too. I am sure I hope so. Because you remember what the ride
to Long Valley did to Miss Spencer," rejoined Glenn.
"What?" inquired Carley.
"Bad cold, peeled nose, skinned shin, saddle sores.
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