They walked up to the rim, ascending the steep pitch by a trail to the spired crags. He took the mirror, one from her own dressing table, and showed her how to manipulate it. Then, as the light died in crimson and purple, fading to amber and amethyst, they gazed across the mesa in a comradeship that had really started when she had said she would like to do what Sheridan proposed.
"My grandfather often came up here to see the sunset," she said. "He made this trail. But I don't think he ever saw such a vision as you have made me see. Soon the mesa there will shine with its own stars of night, stars hatched at the Lake of the Woods power house. And the day will show the green fields and the sturdy cattle, the water stretching out in silver wands. It is worth while,"
"I don't believe I'll say nothin' to Quong about them waffles," said Red as they loped homewards,
"No?"
"No, he c'u'dn't touch what we just had up there. It 'ud on'y be a disappointment." Whatever else Red may have had in mind he transmuted into song, carolling lustily to the tune of "My Bonny Lies Over the Ocean."
Last night, as I lay on the prairie,
And looked at the stars in the sky;
I wondered if ever a cowboy,
Would roll to that sweet bye-and-by.
Roll on, roll on,
Roll on, little dogies, roll on, roll on;
Roll on, roll on,
Roll on, little dogies, roll on.
