The Wonders of Nature with all Modern Improvements

"Hello!" said Milt.

"Hel-lo!" said Claire.

"How dee do," said Mr. Boltwood.

"This is so nice! Where's your car? I hope nothing's happened," glowed
Claire.

"No. It's back here from the road a piece. Camp there tonight. Reason I
stopped---- Struck me you've never done any mountain driving, and
there's some pretty good climbs in the Park; slick road, but we go up to
almost nine thousand feet. And cold mornings. Thought I'd tip you off to
some driving tricks--if you'd like me to."

"Oh, of course. Very grateful----"

"Then I'll tag after you tomorrow, and speak my piece."

"So jolly you're going through the Park."

"Yes, thought might as well. What the guide books call 'Wonders of
Nature.' Only wonder of nature I ever saw in Schoenstrom was my friend
Mac trying to think he was soused after a case of near-beer. Well----
See you tomorrow."

Not once had he smiled. His tone had been impersonal. He vaulted the
fence and tramped away.

When they drove out of town, in the morning, they found Milt waiting by
the road, and he followed them till noon. By urgent request, he shared a
lunch, and lectured upon going down long grades in first or second
speed, to save brakes; upon the use of the retarded spark and the
slipped clutch in climbing. His bug was beside the Gomez in the line-up
at the Park gate, when the United States Army came to seal one's
firearms, and to inquire on which mountain one intended to be killed by
defective brakes. He was just behind her all the climb up to Mammoth Hot
Springs.