Publisher's Synopsis
"And so this is the great Nevada desert!" Peggy Prescott wrinkled her nose rather disdainfully as she gazed from the open window of the car out over the white, glittering expanse-dotted here and there with gloomy-looking clumps of sage brush-through which they had been traveling for some little time past. "This is it," nodded her brother Roy; "what do you think of it, sis?" "Um-er, I shall have to wait a while before I answer that," rejoined Peggy judicially. "Well, here's Jimsy; let's ask him," cried Roy, as a lad of his own age, accompanied by a slender, graceful girl, came down the aisle of the car and approached the section in which the two young Prescotts were sitting.
