TRAPPED IN A CANYON
Once the little party started toward the opening, they made rapid
progress. The turmoil was at their backs, for one thing. Then, again,
each time the noise broke forth it seemed so much worse than before,
that every one felt anxious to get beyond the portal of the cave before
the climax came.
And when finally this opened before them, Bob drew a long sigh of
relief.
"Glory!" he burst out. "Maybe I'm not glad we've arrived! But I
reckon your pet, Nero, has skipped, Mr. Smith, or he would have come
out when you and the little Lopez passed. Sorry for you; but perhaps
it's just as well for the rest of us; because you see the fellow might
have had it in for us."
So they passed into the outer air.
"Seems pretty much the same as when we left," remarked Bob, as he
stared up at the dark sky against which they could see the rocky crown
of Thunder Mountain dimly outlined.
"Why, what did you expect?" asked Frank.
"I didn't know but what some of that thunder might be the genuine
article, and we'd find the rain coming down to beat the band. Glad it
isn't, because we want to get down from this to where our horses are."
"Little Lopez has our burro and bronco quartered in a small ravine
where they can't escape," remarked the old miner, as he handed Frank
the lantern he had been carrying, the girl taking the other.
"But would they be in danger in case of a storm-burst?" asked Bob.
"We counted on that when we arranged the exit by piling up stones,"
came the ready reply. "There is little danger, for the ravine has high
banks, where they are able to go in case of hard luck. But now we have
a tough job ahead, boys. Mind your steps all the time. A slip might
cost you dear."
"Reckon I know that, Mr. Smith," remarked Bob. "I've had experience,
you see. And only for the helping hand of my trusty chum here, I'm
afraid I wouldn't be alive right now. Oh! I'll be careful, I give you
my word."
And he was, seldom putting a foot forward without first making certain
how the land lay below, and that the stone he expected to step upon was
firmly planted.
They were making fair progress when the old miner called out:
"We've reached the parting of the ways, boys. Little Lopez and me have
to turn to the left here, so as to hit the place whar our animals are
cached. You keep right on. Wish you the best of luck, Frank. Hope to
see you some time at my shack. And I tell ye, son, thar's agoin' to be
a ranch soon, with hosses for the gal, an' an ottermobile for the old
couple. I struck it rich in this here lode and pocket. So-long, boys!"
He shook hands with each of them, as did also the girl, whose
astonishing nerve, when facing that terrible grizzly, Bob would never
forget. Then they separated. And a minute afterward there came
another of those fearful shocks that seemed to make the very rocks of
the mountain quiver, as the pent-up force of that great geyser beat
against its prison walls.
"We must be getting down somewhere near the canyon, aren't we, Frank?"
asked Bob, after they had been a long while descending the side of the
rough mountain.
"That's right, we are," replied his chum. "And I've been wondering
whether we ought to take the chances of going along that _barranca_
just now."
"It's the shortest way to where we left our horses, I reckon," remarked
Bob.
"And the only way we happen to know of," Frank went on; "but if that
flood just happened to break loose while we were between those high
walls we'd have an experience that would be fierce, let me tell you!"
"But then, it may not come for hours yet?" remonstrated the Kentucky
boy, who was anxious to be once again in the saddle, and leaving the
haunted mountain well in the rear.
"Oh! for that matter, it may not come at all," Frank went on.
"Although Smith did say he really believed that this was going to
finish the old geyser, which he believed empties into one of those
queer underground rivers we know are to be found all through the
Southwest. And Smith ought to know something about it, for he's been
watching this business a whole year now, from close quarters."
"I'm willing to take the chances, if you are," declared Bob.
Frank was not at all surprised when he heard his chum say this. He
knew that the Kentucky boy was apt to be rash; and that meant more
caution on his part, in order to counteract this spirit, that might
border on recklessness.
A quick decision had to be made, for delay could do them no good. He
cast one last look up at the dark heavens, as though questioning how
long they might remain mute.
"All right, we'll risk it, Bob," he declared, suddenly; for even if the
worst came Frank believed he knew how to avoid a calamity.
"Good for you, Frank!" exclaimed the other; but Bob understood the
nature of the risk they were taking, and he was not quite so buoyant as
usual.
The canyon was just below them now, and fortunately there seemed a
narrow bit of slope down which they might make their way. This they
did with considerable difficulty. Indeed, Bob was secretly sorry,
after they had started, that he had urged his companion to take this
step; but there could be no going back now.
Finally, after several slips, and more or less excitement, they managed
to gain the bottom of the canyon.
"Say, I don't remember this place any, Frank!" declared Bob, as he
stared about him as well as he could by the flickering light of the
lantern which his companion still carried, and which had served them
well through all their descent.
"For a mighty good reason," replied Frank. "We were never here before."
"But this is the same old turtle crawl, isn't it; the _barranca_ we
followed up to the time we climbed the slope with our horses?" Bob
asked.
"It sure is, only a lot farther along, Bob. Notice how the walls tower
upon each side. I knew something about this, and that was why I held
back when you wanted to come down here. But let's hurry. We've got to
make that slope as soon as we can."
"Supposing the thing broke loose before we could find any place to
climb out?" suggested Bob, looking up again with awe, as he stumbled
along after his chum, who was already hurrying down the canyon.
"We might try to outrun it first," Frank replied, over his shoulder.
"And if that didn't work, what then?" the other continued.
"Nothing left but to climb the walls, Bob."
"Whew! then perhaps I'd better be keeping an eye out as we go along,
and see how the land lies?" suggested the boy from Kentucky.
"A good idea, Bob. Just notice where the chances look half-way decent
for a climb. And remember, at the same time, that the wave may be all
of thirty feet deep when it sweeps through here."
"You don't say? That would mean some hustling then to get up out of
reach, Frank."
"I reckon it would. Look out for that nasty rock; it nearly tripped
me, Bob."
"What was that flash, Frank? Don't tell me it was lightning, real
lightning, and that the long delayed storm is going to break right now,
when it's got us cooped up in this hole?"
"It was lightning, all right. There, that proves it!"
Frank's words were drowned in a crash of genuine thunder that made the
foundations of the mountain shake just as much as the mad efforts of
the imprisoned geyser had ever done.
"No mistake about that sort of thing," cried Bob, as he stumbled along
after his chum. "There it comes again, Frank. I guess I'd better be
picking out a good way up the wall somewhere, for it looks like we'd
have to climb!"
Frank was doubtless sizing up the situation in his mind. He was also
listening for some sound which he expected to hear, but which was going
to prove a very unwelcome one.
"No use going any further, Bob, if so be you've seen anything that
looks promising here," he declared, when the reverberations of the
thunder had ceased to echo through the canyon.
"Then you think we're going to get caught here, Frank?" questioned the
other.
"I'm afraid to take the chances of keeping on any further. It may be a
long run to the next broken wall, that offers us a chance to climb.
Some places the sides go up as smooth as glass. Have you see an
opening here, Bob?"
"Yes, yes, right on the left, Frank!" exclaimed Bob, eagerly. "I
couldn't see so very far up, but it looks good to me."
Frank turned his gaze up to where his comrade pointed.
"I think it's rough as far as that ledge," he said; "and let us hope
that will be out of the reach of the water. Come on, Bob; let's see
how you can climb; but be careful, boy, be mighty careful!"
"Frank, that roaring sound didn't seem like the others we've been
hearing; d'ye think it means anything has happened?" Bob called, as he
started to clamber up the rough face of the wall, taking advantage of
every jutting rock, and showing a nimbleness a mountain goat might
almost have envied.
"I reckon it does, Bob," replied the other. "Get along as fast as you
can with all caution."
"Has the cloudburst arrived?" demanded Bob, who was already ten feet
from the floor of the canyon.
"Either that, or else with that last shock the geyser burst its bonds,
and the flood Smith expected is rushing out from all the passages into
this same channel! Perhaps both things have happened at the same
time," Frank replied.
"Wow! then we'd better be climbing some, I reckon, if that's the case!"
cried the Kentucky boy, as he increased his efforts to ascend to the
ledge.