Midday
Farther on , where the pipe-line again rounds the inward curve of the wall between two mountain spurs , they turned aside to follow the Government trail that leads to the fire-break on the summit of the Galenas and then down into the valley on the other side . At the gap where the Galena trail crosses the fire-break , they again turned aside to make their leisure way along the broad , brush-cleared break that lies in many a fold and curve and kink like a great ribbon on the thin top of the ridge . With every step , now , they were climbing . Midday found them standing by a huge rock at the edge of a clump of pines on one of the higher points of the western end of the range . Here they would have their lunch . As they sat in the lee of the great rock , with the wind that sweeps the mountain tops singing in the pines above their heads , they looked directly down upon the wide Galena Valley and far across to the spurs and slopes of the San Jacintos beyond . Sibyl 's keen eyes -- mountain-trained from childhood -- marked a railway train crawling down the grade from San Gorgonio Pass toward the distant ocean .