A CLOSE CALL
"It's sure coming down on us, Frank!" cried Bob, shortly, as he caught
a strange mixture of terrifying sounds.
"Climb!" shouted back the other; for he knew they would have about all
they could do to reach the shelf of rock before the mighty wave swept
through that narrow channel between the high walls of the canyon, with
a force utterly irresistible.
Bob was doing his best. He realized that the ledge was just above his
head now, and also how necessary it was that they reach it before the
rushing flood arrived to fill the gap.
Now his eager fingers clutched the edge, and he strove to pull himself
up higher. But his breath was exhausted from his violent efforts, and
the excitement attending the occasion.
Bob realized that the torrent was very close at hand. Its roar dinned
in his ears so that he could hear nothing else. The rocks seemed to be
quivering under the impact of the released forces. He felt a cold
shiver pass over him as he was seized with a dreadful fear that the
rock to which he clung was giving way.
Then something seized him by the back of the neck, and Bob found
himself being helped up to a firm foundation. Frank had succeeded in
gaining the ledge ahead of his chum; and naturally enough his first
thought was to assist Bob.
Panting, and completely exhausted, Bob lay there on the shelf of rock.
He could look down, and when the lightning played, see the oncoming of
that foam-crested bank of mad waters that rushed pell mell down the
canyon.
Now it was speeding past them, rising higher and higher with each
second, until a new fear began to grip at Bob's anxious heart. He
dreaded lest the wave might attain such a height that he and his chum
would be swept from their perch, to be carried away, helpless victims
on the crest of the flood.
It was raining now, in sheets. The boys were quickly soaked to the
skin; but neither of them paid the least attention to this fact, which,
after all, was of minor Importance.
"Frank, do you think it's going to reach up here?" called Bob, as he
watched the rising line of water come within three feet of the ledge.
"I hope not," came the reply, and then Bob saw that his chum was moving
along the ledge looking carefully above as though in hopes of finding
it possible to climb higher, in case of necessity.
"Any chance of getting up the rocks, Frank?" he asked again, a minute
later.
"Mighty little, Bob," replied the other, dropping beside him; "how's
the water coming along?"
"Less'n two feet from us now, and still rising," reported Bob,
disconsolately.
"But it comes slowly, you notice," Frank declared, with hope in his
voice.
"I could just touch it the last time the lightning played; now I can
put my hand clear in it!" Bob called, uneasily.
Another minute passed. The lightning was of considerable assistance to
the trapped saddle boys, for it enabled them to see. Frank had lost
his lantern during the climb, as it was torn from his belt by a rock he
struck; so that only for this heavenly illumination they must have been
in utter darkness. And when peril threatens it is some satisfaction at
least to see the worst.
"Now it's only one foot down, Frank!" cried Bob.
"That's so," replied the other, instantly; "but I reckon it's about
reached its limit. You see, the higher it rises the broader the
channel becomes, and that takes a heap of the water. Bob, cheer up,
I'm nearly sure it won't reach the ledge!"
"Oh! don't I hope it won't!" cried the Kentucky boy, a little
hysterically; for his nerves had indeed been sorely tried during this
night.
Five minutes more passed, during which the torrent continued to rush
downward through the gorge with all the attendant clamor.
"It's at a stand!" shouted Frank, who had himself been making soundings
with his hand.
"And only six inches from the shelf!" echoed Bob. "That's what you
could call a close call; eh, Frank?"
"It sure is, old fellow," replied the prairie boy, himself more
relieved than his words would indicate; for he had discovered, during
his brief search, that there was absolutely no hope of ascending any
farther up that blank wall.
"Shake hands, Frank! We're as lucky as ever, I tell you!" said Bob;
and when their hands clasped neither of them thought it strange that he
could feel the other trembling.
"Well, what are we going to do about it?" asked Bob, when some time had
passed, and the flood still rushed through the canyon, although in
diminished fury.
"I don't know that we can do anything except camp out right here on
this rock-shelf, and wait for the storm to pass by," replied Frank.
"Even if it takes till morning?" Bob went on.
"Nothing else left to us; and morning won't be so very long coming,
perhaps, Bob. You notice, don't you, that the thunder now is about all
natural?"
"Well, that's a fact," declared Bob. "The geyser has stopped beating
against the inside of the mountain, hasn't it? Got tired of the job,
and quit for another rest, perhaps."
"I've got my idea about that," Frank said "You can see how the water is
still rushing along down there. It must be nearly ten feet deep, and
for some time, now, I don't believe it's varied. Don't you understand
what that means, Bob?"
"Good gracious! do you mean that the old geyser has turned into a
river, and will keep on running like this right along?" cried the other.
"Looks that way to me," Frank replied. "It is a great big syphon, and
once started, the water that has for centuries been wasting in some
underground stream is now flowing down this canyon. Perhaps long ago
it did this same thing, till some upheaval--an earthquake it might have
been--turned things around."
"But I say, Frank!" Bob exclaimed; "If what you tell me turns out to be
true, it looks as if we were bottled up in a nice hole, doesn't it? We
can't get up any farther; and if we go down we'll just have to swim in
a torrent that'll knock us silly. This is what I call tough!"
"Oh! don't look a gift horse in the mouth, Bob. This is a pretty good
sort of a shelf after all; and we'll be glad to stick to it till
morning comes. Time enough then to plan what we're going to do to get
away."
"That's right, and I'm ashamed of complaining," the taller lad burst
out.
"It is a grand old shelf; and if I wasn't afraid of rolling off I
believe I could even snatch a few winks of sleep, wet clothes or not."
"Oh! I'll prop you up with some loose rocks If you want to try it,"
declared Frank; "but the chances are you'll get to shivering. Better
sit up, and whack your arms around as I'm doing every little while. It
makes the blood circulate, you see, and keeps you from going to pieces."
Bob saw the wisdom of this advice. He was beginning to shudder every
minute or so. They were up the side of the mountain a considerable
distance; and after the electrical storm the air had changed from hot
to cold.
Time passed very slowly. Every now and then the boys would go through
that motion of slapping their arms across their chests; and it never
failed to start the chilled blood into new life.
"Was there ever such a long night?" groaned Bob, as he stretched his
neck for the thirtieth time to look up at the narrow strip of sky that
could be seen between the overhanging walls of the canyon, in hopes of
discovering signs of the coming dawn.
"It won't be long now," said Frank, who carried a little watch along
with him, and had several times struck a match to consult its face.
"One good thing, Bob; it has cleared up. You can see the stars
overhead."
"Yes, and how bright they look from here in this black hole. How long
did you say now, Frank?" asked the anxious and weary Bob, yawning.
"Half an hour ought to see us through, and bring daylight."
"But Frank, that river is still running below us. However in the wide
world will we get out of this?" asked Bob.
"No use crossing till you get to the bridge," laughed Frank. "Just you
make up your mind there's going to be some way open for us to get out
of this. And if the worst comes, I'm a boss swimmer, remember, Bob."
After another spell of waiting the Kentucky lad cried out:
"I believe it's getting light! Yes, you can see things now that were
hid before!"
The morning came. Overhead the sun shone, for they could see that the
sky was clear. And looking down they saw the rushing torrent that had
not filled the bed of the canyon for perhaps centuries back.
When another hour had elapsed Bob began to grow impatient, and
suggested various wild schemes for getting out of the difficulty. To
all of these Frank shook his head. He himself was considering
something, when he suddenly lifted his head as though listening.
"Some one shouting up yonder!" exclaimed Bob, pointing upward to the
top of the canyon wall; whereupon Frank seized upon his gun, and fired
several shots in rapid succession.
Then came answering shouts, upon which Frank repeated his signal for
help.
"They hear you; they're coming closer! Oh! Frank, I believe that's
Old Hank Coombs hollering!" exclaimed the excited Bob.
"Hello! down there, air ye all safe?" came a hail; and looking up the
two boys on the shelf saw the grizzled head of the old cowman thrust
into view.