m
the Piegan Pass under such extraordinary circumstances, and I realize
that, although worse for our bodies, which had grown strong and agile,
so that I have, later on, seen Aggie mount her horse on a run, it would
have been better for our nerves had we returned.

We were all perfectly stiff after luncheon, and Aggie was sulking also.
Bill was compelled to lift us into our saddles, and again we started up
and up. The trail was now what he called a "switchback." Halfway up
Aggie refused to go farther, but on looking back decided not to return
either.

"I shall not go another step," she called. "Here I am, and here I stay
till I die."

"Very well," Tish said from overhead. "I suppose you don't expect us all
to stay and die with you. I'll tell your niece when I see her."

Aggie thought better of it, however, and followed on, with her eyes
closed and her lips moving in prayer. She happened to open them at a bad
place, although safe enough, according to Bill, and nothing to what we
were coming to a few days later. Opening them as she did on a ledge of
rock which sloped steeply for what appeared to be several miles down
on each side, she uttered a piercing shriek, followed by a sneeze. As
before, her horse started to run, and Aggie is, I believe Bill said,
the only person in the world who ever took that place at a canter.

We were to take things easy the first day, Bill advised. "Till you get
your muscles sort of eased up, ladies," he said. "If you haven't been
riding astride, a horse's back seems as wide as the roof of a church.
But we'll get a rest now. The rest of the way is walking."

"I can't walk," Aggie said. "I can't get my knees together."

"Sorry, ma'am," said Bill. "We're going down now, and the animals has to
be led. That's one of the diversions of a trip like this. First you ride
and than you walk. And then you ride again. This here's one of the show
places, although easy of access from the entrance. Be a good place for a
holdup, I've always said."

"A holdup?" Tish asked. Her enthusiasm seemed to have flagged somewhat,
but at this she brightened up.

"Yes'm. You see, we're near the Canadian border, and it would be easy
for a gang to slip over and back again. Don't know why we've never had
one. Yellowstone can boast of a number."

I observed tartly that I considered it nothing to boast of, but Bill did
not agree with me.

"It doesn't hurt a neighborhood none," he observed. "Adds romance, as
you migh