gled mountain-side. "Where is the trail?" she asked.
"I am not quite sure," said the boy; "but I can easily locate it,—I know that it is very near here."
Marjorie hesitated for a moment. "Isn't there any other way?" she asked.
"Oh, yes," said the boy, "there is a way along the top of the ridge, and then down the long slope over there. It is easier than this—though it is pretty hard even then;—but if you go this way, I can help you, and it will be rather hard for you to go that way alone;—and besides, I like your company."
Marjorie still hesitated. "Well, I guess I'll come," she said, finally. "It looks pretty steep; but I'm sure that you won't let anything happen;—and oh, see! How I wish that I could gather some of that beautiful fruit for the people in the valley," and she pointed to a tree laden with bright crimson mountain-apples.
"Why don't you," said the boy.
