"Oh, no; I once said to Nolla that I should love to be able to write a
story, and she assured me I could do it. She is only teasing, as
usual," laughed Anne, and at the first opportunity, she managed to give
Eleanor a smart rap on the shoulder for her breach of confidence.
Leaving the Imps behind, Polly took the trail that led to the "Devil's
Causeway"--the ravine that cleft two towering peaks of lava. This chasm
descended abruptly to a depth of over five hundred feet and then as
abruptly ascended to the level of the distant end of the trail, where
it brought one to the ridge that over-looked Bear Forks Valley.
"Do you want to go through the Devil's Causeway?" asked Polly.
"Oh, by all means!" exclaimed Anne.
"I wish we had thought of bringing the camera," said Barbara.
"We will some other day. Now let us see the best views to get," quickly
replied Anne, glad to hear Barbara express herself favorably.
"You people go down into that yawning grave, while I sit here and plot
out a preface for Anne's book," said exhausted Eleanor, selecting a
bowlder where she could sit and see far and wide.
"I'd just as soon stay with Eleanor while you two go down and back
again," ventured Polly.
"All right; Bob and I will see what's to be seen and be back shortly,"
agreed Anne, starting down the trail.
The two young girls sat high upon the lava bowlder while Polly pointed
out different familiar spots and mountain peaks.
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