To her, who had grown up amid the
mathematical realities of an inventor's
laboratory, who had "plugged" so hard
at her elementary physics that she might
be able to grasp the first principles of her
father's work, some day--some day to
work with him,--to her, the little girl-mechanic,
a wishing stone was no golden
magnet.

But the very fact that there was one
spot, not so far from the summit, either--wildest
spot on the mountain though it
be--still unexplored, was enough to draw
her restless feet anywhere, against any
deadlock of difficulty.

"Ha! The Man Killer trail!" she
whooped again. "Oh-h! we could easily
find it; we saw a sign directing to it, as
we came up the mountain."

"It's na a trail; it's just a hotchpotch
o' rocks--some sharp as stickit
teeth!" groaned Andrew, who saw his
own doom fixed, in vain protesting.

He felt rather like a man who had been
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