before the opening the arc of a rainbow shone in the spray.
As the girls' excitement subsided, Ruth saw this scene far ahead and cried aloud in rapture:
"Look! Oh, just look! Isn't that beautiful?"
"The waterfall," agreed her chum, "or cascade, or whatever they call it, is just a picture, Ruthie!"
"Mighty pretty," said Tom, reining in the pony beside them.
"The cavern is so black and the water is so white—like milk," cried Madge from the second carriage. What a contrast!"
"I tell you what it looks like," added Heavy, who sat beside her. "A great, big chocolate cream drop that's broken and the cream oozing out. M—m!"
They all laughed at the stout girl's figure of speech, for Jennie Stone's mind seemed always to linger upon good things to eat, and this comparison was quite characteristic.
"I'd be afraid to go down under that bridge," said Helen. "It's so dark there."
"But there's a path through the tunnel, Miss," said Jib, the Indian. "And there's another path by which you can climb out on the top of the bridge. But the trail for a waggin' stops right yonder, where we camp."
This spot was a sort of cove in the wall of the
