SON OF THE WIND
and half imagined by the eye. In the setting of the solid wall it appeared a hundred times more bright and marvelous than with the graduated lines of distance between, nearer, yet more improbable.
"What is the name of that?" he said.
"What? where?" She looked in all directions but the right one. It seemed odd that she, who had pointed out so many objects less remarkable, should not be on familiar terms with this one, and instinctively look in the right direction. "There," he said.
Her head came around very slowly toward the thing his pointing indicated. "Oh!" her glance rested on it for a moment. "You mean that gap? It hasn't any name."
"It looks as if it had," Carron insisted. "I never saw one like it."
"Oh, there are lots of gaps," she said vaguely.
"But this one seems to me direct into the heart of the mountains."
"No, it is much farther than you think."
"Couldn't we get through?"
"I am afraid it is impossible."
"Have you ever tried?"
She turned around on him with a smile. She seemed to declare with that look of amusement how ridiculous such an attempt would be. "Do you
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