A rattler will
never go out of its own course to strike--only biting when one passes
too near it for its safety!" said Polly.
"Well, that's some consolation, anyway!" sighed Eleanor.
"What do you want to do with this snake, Poll?" asked Anne, as the
sisters climbed back into their saddles.
"Goodness me! What would she do with it, except to kick it over into
the bushes!" cried Barbara.
"Polly is laughing! She thinks you are crazy, Anne!" added Eleanor,
impatiently, for she was eager to proceed on the trail.
"Well, Polly, I think we will have it skinned and sent to Denver to be
made into an odd handbag for your mother!" suggested Anne.
"Oh, Anne, how splendid! I wish I could find a snake skin!" cried
Eleanor.
"Yes, Anne, I think mother will love that!" added Polly, gratefully, so
the rattler was moved carefully over to a large flat rock near the
trail, where they could readily find it on their way back.
CHAPTER XII
THE BLIZZARD ON GRIZZLY SLIDE
As the adventurers advanced up the mountainside, the pines grew closer
until it was almost impossible to ride between the great trees that
crowded on either side of the faint trail.
"Polly, I don't see how we can go much farther!" said Anne, who had
never before been as high as this.
"Oh, we are only one-third of the way up, Anne," smiled Polly, swinging
Noddy suddenly to one side to avoid a bowlder of rock that had rolled
upon the trail.
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