THE ANCIENT PEOPLE
for opera, there 's a fortune in a flexible body. Most of the German singers are clumsy, even when they 're well set up."
Thea switched a piñon branch back at him. "Oh, I 'll never get fat! That I can promise you."
Fred smiled, looking after her. "Keep that promise, no matter how many others you break," he drawled.
The upward climb, after they had crossed the stream, was at first a breathless scramble through underbrush. When they reached the big boulders, Ottenburg went first because he had the longer leg-reach, and gave Thea a hand when the step was quite beyond her, swinging her up until she could get a foothold. At last they reached a little platform among the rocks, with only a hundred feet of jagged, sloping wall between them and the cliff-houses.
Ottenburg lay down under a pine tree and declared that he was going to have a pipe before he went any farther. "It 's a good thing to know when to stop, Thea," he said meaningly.
"I 'm not going to stop now until I get there," Thea insisted. "I 'll go on alone."
Fred settled his shoulder against the tree-trunk. "Go on if you like, but I 'm here to enjoy myself. If you meet a rattler on the way, have it out with him."
She hesitated, fanning herself with her felt hat. "I never have met one."
"There 's reasoning for you," Fred murmured languidly.
Thea turned away resolutely and began to go up the wall, using an irregular cleft in the rock for a path. The cliff, which looked almost perpendicular from the bottom, was really made up of ledges and boulders, and behind these she soon disappeared. For a long while Fred smoked with half-closed eyes, smiling to himself now and again. Occasionally he lifted an eyebrow as he heard the rattle of small stones among the rocks above. "In a temper," he concluded; "do her good." Then he subsided into warm drowsiness and listened to the locusts in the yuccas, and
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