CHAPTER XIV

AN INDIAN ATTACK

A couple of trees were felled in the middle of the clump in which they

were still encamped. They were first roughly squared and then sawn into

planks, the three men taking it by turns to use the saw. The question of

shifting the camp up to the spot where they intended to work was

discussed the night before Harry started, but it was agreed at last that

it would be better to remain where they were.

"If Utes come, sure to find traces," the chief said. "Many horses in

valley make tracks as plain as noonday. Gold valley bad place for

fight."

"That is so," Jerry agreed. "We should not have a show there. Even if we

made a log-house, and it would be a dog-goned trouble to carry up the

logs,--we might be shut up in it, and the red-skins would only have to

lie round and shoot us down if we came out. I reckon we had best stay

here after all, Harry. We could keep them outside the range of our

rifles anyhow by day."

"I don't see that that would be much good to us, Jerry; for if they came

by day they would not find us here. Still I don't know that it ain't

best for us to stay here; it would give us a lot of trouble to build a

place. I reckon two of us had better stay here all the day with the

horses. If the red-skins come, they can fire a couple of shots, and we

shall hear them up at the washing-place. The red-skins would be safe to

draw off for a bit to talk it over before they attacked, as they would

not know how many there were among the trees. That would give the rest

time to come down."

It took three days' hard work to saw the planks and make the cradle, and

troughs sufficiently long to lead the water down into it from the stream

higher up. These were roughly but strongly made, the joints being

smeared with clay to prevent the water from running through. A dam was

then made to keep back the water above the spot where they intended to

begin, which was about fifty yards below the quartz vein, and from this

dam the trough was taken along on strong trestles to the cradle.

The horses were brought into the camp at daybreak every morning and tied

up to the trees, and were let out again at nightfall. Tom remained in

camp, the chief being with him. The latter, however, was, during the

time Harry was away, twice absent for a day on hunting excursions lower

down the valley, which was there thickly wooded. The first time, he

returned with the hams and a considerable portion of the rest of the

flesh of a bear. The second time, he brought up the carcass of a deer.

"How far does the valley run?" Tom asked.

"Valley last ten miles. Sides get steep and high, then cañon begin."

"That will run right down to the Colorado?"

The chief nodded. "Leaping Horse go no farther. Cañon must go down to

the river."

"How far is it before the sides of the valley get too steep to climb?"

"Two miles from here. Men could climb another mile or two, horses not."

"Is there much game down there, chief?"

The Seneca nodded.

"That is a comfort, we sha'n't be likely to run out of fresh meat."

The chief was very careful in choosing the wood for the fire, so that in

the daytime no smoke should be seen rising from the trees. When the dead

wood in the clump of trees was exhausted he rode down the valley each

day, and returned in an hour with a large faggot fastened behind him on

the horse. He always started before daybreak, so as to reduce the risk

of being seen from the hills. On the sixth day the men began their work

at the gravel. The bottle of mercury was emptied into the cradle, the

bottom of which had been made with the greatest care, so as to prevent

any loss from leakage. Two of the men brought up the gravel in buckets

and pans, until the cradle was half full. Then water was let in, and the

third man rocked the machine and kept on removing the coarse stuff that

worked up to the top, while the others continued bringing up fresh

gravel.

"Well, what luck?" Tom asked, when they returned in the evening.

"We have not cleaned up yet; we shall let it run for three or four days

before we do. We are only on the surface yet, and the stuff wouldn't pay

for the trouble of washing out."

On the eighth day after their departure Harry and Hunting Dog returned.

"Well, boys, it is all stowed away safely," he said. "I know the Major

well, and he let me have a big chest, which he locked up, after I had

put the bags in, and had it stowed away in the magazine; so there is no

fear of its being touched. Any signs of the red-skins?"

"Nary a sign. We have none of us been up the valley beyond this, so that

unless they come right down here, they would find no trail. The horses

are always driven down the valley at night."

"How is the work going on, Jerry?"

"We began washing two days ago; to-morrow night we shall clean up. We

all think it is going to turn out pretty good, for we have seen gold in

the sand several times as we have carried it up in the pails."

The next day Tom went up with the others, the Indians remaining in camp.

Two men now worked at the cradle, while the other three brought up the

sand and gravel. Towards evening they began the work of cleaning up. No

more stuff was brought up to the machine, but the water was still run

into it. As fast as the shaking brought the rough gravel to the top it

was removed, until only a foot of sand remained at the bottom. The water

was now stopped and the sand dug out, and carefully washed in the pans

by hand. At the bottom of each pan there remained after all the sand had

been removed a certain amount of gold-dust, the quantity increasing as

the bottom was approached. The last two panfuls contained a considerable

amount.

"It does not look much," Tom said when the whole was collected together.

"It is heavy stuff, lad," Harry replied. "What do you think there is,

Jerry? About twelve ounces, I should fancy."

"All that, Harry; nigher fourteen, I should think."

The pan was now put at the bottom of the cradle, a plug pulled out, and

the quicksilver run into it. A portion of this was poured on

wash-leather, the ends of which were held up by the men so as to form a

bag. Harry took the leather, and holding it over another pan twisted it

round and round. As the pressure on the quicksilver increased it ran

through the pores of the leather in tiny streams, until at last a lump

of pasty metal remained. This was squeezed again and again, until not a

single globule of quicksilver passed through the leather. The ball,

which was of the consistency of half-dried mortar was then taken out,

and the process repeated again and again until the whole of the

quicksilver had been passed through the leather. Six lumps of amalgam

about the size of small hens' eggs remained.

"Is that good, uncle?" Tom asked.

"Very fair, lad; wonderfully good indeed, considering we have not got

down far yet. I should say we shall get a pound and a half of gold out

of it."

"But how does the gold get into it, uncle?"

"There is what is called an affinity between quicksilver and gold. The

moment gold touches quicksilver it is absorbed by it, just as a drop of

water is taken up by a lump of salt. It thickens the quicksilver, and as

it is squeezed through the leather the quicksilver is as it were

strained out, and what remains behind becomes thicker and thicker,

until, as you see, it is almost solid. It is no good to use more

pressure, for if you do a certain amount of the gold would be squeezed

through the leather. You see, as the stuff in the cradle is shaken, the

gold being heavier than the sand finds its way down to the bottom, and

every particle that comes in contact with the quicksilver is swallowed

up by it."

"And how do you get the quicksilver out of those lumps?"

"We put them in one of those clay crucibles you saw, with a pinch of

borax, cover them up, and put them in a heap of glowing embers. That

evaporates the quicksilver, and leaves the gold behind in the shape of a

button." This was done that evening, and when the buttons were placed in

the scales they just turned the two-pound weight.

"Well, boys, that is good enough for anything," Harry said. "That, with

the dust, makes a pound a day, which is as good as the very best stuff

in the early days of California."

They worked steadily for the next seven weeks. Contrary to their

expectations the gravel was but little richer lower down than they had

found it at the end of the first wash-up, but continued about equally

good, and the result averaged about a pound weight of gold a day. This

was put into little bags of deer-skin, each containing five pounds'

weight, and these bags were distributed among the saddle-bags, so that

in case of sudden disturbance there would be no risk of their being left

behind. The Indians took it by turns to hunt; at other times they

remained on guard in camp, Tom only staying when one of them was away.

One day when the mining party stopped work, and sat down to eat some

bread and cold meat,--which they had from the first brought up, so as to

save them the loss of time entailed by going to the camp and back,--the

report of a gun came upon their ears. All started to their feet and

seized their rifles, and then stood listening intently. A minute later

two more shots were heard at close intervals.

"Red-skins for sure!" Jerry exclaimed. "I thought as how our luck were

too good to last." They started at a run down the little valley, and

only paused when they reached its mouth. Harry then advanced cautiously

until he could obtain a view of the main valley. He paused for a minute

and then rejoined his companions.

"There are fifty of them," he said, "if there is one. They are Utes in

their war-paint. They are a bit up the valley. I think if we make a rush

we can get to the trees before they can cut us off."

"We must try anyhow," Sam Hicks said, "else they will get the two

Indians and our horses and saddles and all. Just let us get breath for a

moment, and then we will start."

"Keep close together as you run," Harry said, "and then if they do come

up we can get back to back and make a fight of it." After a short pause

they started. They had not gone twenty yards when a loud yell proclaimed

that the Indians had seen them. They had, however, but three hundred

yards to run, while the Utes were double that distance from the clump.

When the miners were within fifty yards of the trees two rifle-shots

rang out, and two of the Utes, who were somewhat ahead of the rest; fell

from their horses, while the rest swerved off, seeing that there was no

hope of cutting the party off. A few more yards and the miners were

among the trees.

"So the Utes have found us out, chief," Harry said as he joined Leaping

Horse, who had just reloaded his ride.

"Must have tracked us. They are a war-party," the Seneca replied.

"Hunter must have found tracks and taken news back to the villages."

"Well, we have got to fight for it, that is clear enough," Harry said.

"Anyhow, now they see there are seven of us they are not likely to

attack until it gets dark, so we have time to think over what had best

be done. We had just begun our meal when we heard your shot, and the

best thing we can do is to have a good feed at once. We may be too busy

later on."

The chief said a word to the young Indian, and, leaving him on the

watch, accompanied the others to the fire. They had scarcely sat down

when Hunting Dog came up.

"More Utes," he said briefly, pointing across the valley.

They at once went to the outer line of trees. On the brow of the rise

opposite were a party of horsemen between twenty and thirty strong.

"That shows they have learnt all about our position," Harry said. "Those

fellows have been lying in wait somewhere over the hill to cut us off if

we took to our horses on seeing the main body. Let us have a look the

other side."

Crossing the clump of trees, they saw on the brow there another party of

Utes.

"I reckon they must have crossed that valley we were working in just

after we got through," Jerry said. "It is mighty lucky they did not come

down on us while we were washing, for they could have wiped us all out

before we had time to get hold of our guns. Well, Harry, we are in a

pretty tight fix, with fifty of them up the valley and five-and-twenty

or so on each side of us. We shall have to be dog-goned smart if we are

to get out of this scrape."

"Hand me your rifle, Tom," his uncle said, "it carries farther than

mine, and I will give those fellows a hint that they had best move off a

bit."

Steadying his piece against a tree, he took a careful aim and fired. One

of the Indians swerved in his saddle, and then fell forward on the neck

of his horse, which turned and galloped off with the rest.

"Now we will have our meal and take council, chief," Harry said as he

turned away. "If we have got to fight there is no occasion to fight

hungry."

The fire was made up; there was no need to be careful now. Strips of

deer's flesh were hung over it, and the meal was soon ready. But little

was said while it was being eaten, then they all lighted their pipes and

each put a pannikin of hot tea beside him.

"Now, chief," Harry said, "have you arrived at any way out of this? It

is worse than it was the last time we got caught in this valley."

The chief shook his head. "No good fight here," he said; "when night

come they creep up all round."

"Yes, I see that we have got to bolt, but the question is, how? If we

were to ride they would ride us down, that is certain. Jerry and Tom

might possibly get away, though that ain't likely. Their critters are

good, but nothing downright extraordinary, and the chances are that some

of the Utes have got faster horses than theirs. As for the rest of us,

they would have us before we had ridden an hour."

"That ain't to be thought of," Jerry said. "It seems to me our best

chance would be to leave the critters behind, and to crawl out the

moment it gets dark, and try and get beyond them."

"They will close in as soon as it gets dark, Jerry. They will know well

enough that that is the time we shall be moving. I reckon we should not

have a chance worth a cent of getting through. What do you say, chief?"

Leaping Horse nodded in assent.

"Well, then," Sam Hicks said, "I vote we mount our horses and go right

at them. I would rather do that and get rubbed out in a fair fight than

lie here until they crawl up and finish us."

No one answered, and for some minutes they smoked on without a word

being spoken, then Harry said:

"There is only one chance for us that I can see, and that is to mount

now and to ride right down the valley. The chief says that in some

places it is not more than fifty yards wide, with steep cliffs on each

side, and we could make a much better fight there, for they could only

attack us in front. There would be nothing for them then but to dismount

and close in upon us from tree to tree, and we could make a running

fight of it until we come to the mouth of the cañon. There must be

places there, that we ought to be able to hold with our seven rifles

against the lot of them."

"Bully for you, Harry! I reckon that would give us a chance anyhow. That

is, if we ain't cut off before we get to the wood."

"Let us have a look round and see what they are doing," Harry said. "Ah!

here comes Hunting Dog. He will tell us all about it."

"Utes on hills all gone up and joined the others," the young Indian said

as he came up.

"It could not be better news!" Harry exclaimed. "I reckon they have

moved away to tempt us to make a start for the fort, for they know if we

go that way they will have us all, sure. They have not reckoned on our

riding down the valley, for they will be sure we must have found out

long ago that there ain't any way out of it. Well, we had best lose no

time. There is some meat ready, Hunting Dog, and you had best fill up

while we get ready for a start."

The blankets and buffalo rugs were wrapped up and strapped behind the

saddles, as soon as these were placed behind the horses. They had only a

small quantity of meat left, as the chief was going out hunting the next

morning, but they fastened this, and eighty pounds of flour that still

remained, on to one of the pack-horses. They filled their powder-horns

from the keg, and each put three or four dozen bullets into his

holsters, together with all the cartridges for their pistols; the rest

of the ammunition was packed on another horse. When all was completed

they mounted.

"We may get a couple of hundred yards more start before we are seen,"

Harry said. "Anyhow, we have got five hundred yards, and may reckon on

making the two miles to where the valley narrows before they catch us."

The instant, however, they emerged from the wood, two loud yells were

heard from Indians who had been left lying down on watch at the top of

the slopes on either side. Sam, who was the worst shot of the party, had

volunteered to lead the string of pack-horses, while Ben was ready to

urge them on behind.

"You may want to stop some of the leading varmint, and I should not be

much good at that game, so I will keep straight on without paying any

attention to them."

A loud answering yell rose from the Indians up the valley.

"We shall gain fifty yards or so before they are fairly in the saddle,"

Harry said as they went off at the top of their speed, the horses

seeming to know that the loud war-cry boded danger. They had gone half a

mile before they looked round. The Indians were riding in a confused

mass, and were some distance past the grove the miners had left, but

they still appeared as far behind as they had been when they started.

Another mile and the mass had broken up; the best-mounted Indians had

left the rest some distance behind, and considerably decreased the gap

between them and the fugitives. Another five minutes and the latter

reached the wood, that began just where the valley narrowed and the

cliffs rose almost perpendicularly on each side. As soon as they did so

they leapt from their horses, and each posting himself behind a tree

opened fire at their pursuers, the nearest of whom were but two hundred

yards away. Four fell to the first seven shots; the others turned and

galloped back to the main body, who halted at once.

"They won't try a charge," Harry said; "it isn't in Indian nature to

come across the open with the muzzles of seven rifles pointed at them.

They will palaver now; they know they have got us in a trap, and they

will wait till night. Now, chief, I reckon that you and I and Hunting

Dog had best stay here, so that if they try, as they are pretty sure to

do, to find out whether we are here still, we can give them a hint to

keep off. The other four had better ride straight down the cañon, and go

on for a bit, to find out the best place for making a stand, and as soon

as it is dark we will go forward and join them. There will be no

occasion for us to hurry. I reckon the skunks will crawl up here soon

after it is dark; but they won't go much farther, for we might hide up

somewhere and they might miss us. In the morning they will come down on

foot, sheltering behind the trees as much as they can, till at last they

locate us."

The chief nodded his approval of the plan, and Tom and the three miners

at once started, taking the pack-horses with them. On the way down they

came upon a bear. Ben was about to fire, but Jerry said: "Best leave him

alone, Ben; we are only three miles down, and these cliffs would echo

the sound and the red-skins would hear it and know that some of us had

gone down the valley, and might make a rush at once." In an hour and a

half they came down to a spot where the valley, after widening out a

good bit, suddenly terminated, and the stream entered a deep cañon in

the face of the wall of rock that closed it in.

"I reckon all this part of the valley was a lake once," Jerry said.

"When it got pretty well full it began to run over where this cañon is

and gradually cut its way out down to the Colorado. I wonder how far it

is to the river."

They had gone but a hundred yards down the cañon when they came to a

place where a recent fall of rocks blocked it up. Through these the

stream, which was but a small one, made its way.

"There is a grist of water comes down here when the snow melts in the

spring," Ben remarked. "You can see that the rocks are worn fifty feet

up. Waal, I reckon this place is good enough for us, Jerry."

"I reckon so, too," the latter agreed. "It will be a job to get our

horses over; but we have got to do it anyhow, if we have to carry them."

The animals, however, managed to scramble up the rocks that filled the

cañon to the height of some thirty feet. The distance between the rock

walls was not more than this in width.

"We could hold this place for a year," Ben said, "if they didn't take to

chucking rocks down from above."

"Yes, that is the only danger," Jerry agreed; "but the betting is they

could not get nigh enough to the edge to look down. Still, they might do

it if the ground is level above; anyhow, we should not show much at this

depth, for it is pretty dark down here, and the rocks must be seven or

eight hundred feet high."

It was, indeed, but a narrow strip of sky that they saw as they looked

up, and although still broad daylight in the valley they had left, it

was almost dark at the bottom of the deep gorge, and became pitch dark

as soon as the light above faded.

"The first job in the morning," Jerry said, "will be to explore this

place down below. I expect there are places where it widens out. If it

does, and there are trees and anything like grass, the horses can get a

bite of food; if not, they will mighty soon go under, that is if we

don't come upon any game, for if we don't we sha'n't be able to spare

them flour."

"It is almost a pity we did not leave them in the valley to take their

chance," Tom said.

"Don't you make any mistake," Jerry said. "In the first place they may

come in useful to us yet, and even if we never get astride of them again

they may come in mighty handy for food. I don't say as we mayn't get a

bear if there are openings in the cañon, or terraces where they can come

down, but if there ain't it is just horse-meat we have got to depend on.

Look here, boys, it is 'tarnal dark here; I can't see my own hand. I

vote we get a light. There is a lot of drift-wood jammed in among the

stones where we climbed up, that will do to start a fire, and I saw a

lot more just at the mouth of this gap. We know the red-skins ain't near

yet, so I vote we grope our way up and bring some down. It will be a

first-rate thing, too, to make a bit of fire half-way between here and

the mouth; that would put a stop to their crawling up, as they are like

enough to try to do, to make out whereabouts we are. Of course we shall

have to damp our own fire down if they come, else we should show up agin

the light if we went up on the rock."

The others agreed at once, for it was dull work sitting there in the

black darkness. All had matches, and a piece of dry fir was soon found.

This was lighted, and served as a torch with which to climb over the

rocks. Jammed in between these on the upper side was a large quantity of

drift-wood. This was pulled out, made into bundles, and carried over the

rock barrier, and a fire was soon blazing there. Then taking a brand and

two axes they went up to the mouth of the gorge, cut up the arms of some

trees that had been brought down by the last floods and left there as

the water sank. The greater part of these were taken down to their

camping-place; the rest, with plenty of small wood to light them, were

piled halfway between the barrier and the mouth of the cañon, and were

soon blazing brightly.

They were returning to their camping-place, when Ben exclaimed that he

heard the sound of horses' hoofs. All stopped to listen.

"There are not more than three of them," Ben said, "and they are coming

along at a canter. I don't expect we shall hear anything of the

red-skins until tomorrow morning."

They heard the horses enter the cañon, then Jerry shouted: "Are you all

right, Harry?"

"Yes; the red-skins were all quiet when we came away. Why, where are

you?" he shouted again when he came up to the fire.

"A hundred yards farther on I will show you a light."

Two or three blazing brands were brought up. Harry and the Indians had

dismounted at the first fire, and now led their horses up to the stone

barrier.

"What on arth have you lit that other fire for, Jerry?" Harry asked as

he stopped at the foot of the barrier.

"Because we shall sleep a dog-goned sight better with it there. As like

as not they may send on two or three young warriors to scout. It is as

black as a wolf's mouth, and we might have sat listening all night, and

then should not have heard them. But with that fire there they dare not

come on, for they would know they could not pass it without getting a

bullet in them."

"Well, it is a very good idea, Jerry; I could not think what was up when

I got there and did not see anybody. I see you have another fire over

the other side. I could make it out clear enough as we came on."

"It will burn down a bit presently," Jerry said. "I should not try to

get those horses up here now, Harry. It was a bad place to come up in

daylight, and like enough they would break their legs if they tried it

now. They will do just as well there as they would on this side, and you

can get them over as soon as the day breaks."

"I would rather get them over, Jerry; but I see it is a pretty rough

place."

Leaving the horses, Harry and the Indians climbed over the barrier, and

were soon seated with the others round their fire, over which the meat

was already frizzling.

"So the Indians kept quiet all the afternoon, Harry?"

"As quiet as is their nature. Two or three times some of them rode down,

and galloped backwards and forwards in front of us to make out if we

were there. Each time we let them fool about for a good long spell, and

then when they got a bit careless sent them a ball or two to let them

know we were still there. Hunting Dog went with the three horses half a

mile down the valley soon after you had gone, so that they might not

hear us ride off.

"As soon as it began to get dusk we started. We had to come pretty slow,

for it got so dark under the trees we could not make out the trunks, and

had to let the horses pick their own way. But we knew there was no

hurry, for they would not follow till morning, though of course their

scouts would creep up as soon as it was dark, and wouldn't be long

before they found out that we had left."

"I reckon they will all come and camp in the wood and wait for daylight

before they move, though I don't say two or three scouts may not crawl

down to try and find out where we are. They will move pretty slow, for

they will have to pick their way, and will know well enough that if a

twig cracks it will bring bullets among them. I reckon they won't get

here under four or five hours. It is sartin they won't try to pass that

fire above. As soon as they see us they will take word back to the

others, and we shall have the whole lot down here by morning."

"We shall have to get the horses over, the first thing. Two of us had

best go down, as soon as it is light enough to ride without risking our

necks, to see what the cañon is like below."

"Yes, that is most important, Jerry; there may be some break where the

red-skins could get down, and so catch us between two fires."

"I don't care a red cent for the Utes," Jerry said. "We can lick them

out of their boots in this cañon. What we have been thinking of, is

whether there is some place where the horses can get enough to keep them

alive while we are shut up here. If there is game, so much the better;

if there ain't, we have got to take to horseflesh."

"How long do you suppose that the Indians are likely to wait when they

find that they can't get at us?" Tom asked.

"There ain't no sort of saying," his uncle replied. "I reckon no one

ever found out yet how long a red-skin's patience will last. Time ain't

nothing to them. They will follow up this cañon both sides till they are

sartin that there ain't no place where a man can climb up. If there

ain't, they will just squat in that valley. Like enough they will send

for their lodges and squaws and fix themselves there till winter comes,

and even then they might not go. They have got wood and water. Some of

them will hunt and bring in meat, which they will dry for the winter;

and they are just as likely to stay here as to go up to their villages."

A vigilant watch was kept up all night, two of them being always on

guard at the top of the barrier. As soon as morning broke, the three

horses were got over, and half an hour later Harry and Sam Hicks rode

off down the cañon, while the others took their places on guard, keeping

themselves well behind the rocks, between which they looked out. They

had not long to wait, for an Indian was seen to dart rapidly across the

mouth of the cañon. Two rifles cracked out, but the Indian's appearance

and disappearance was so sudden and quick that they had no reason to

believe that they had hit him.

"They will know now that we are here, and are pretty wide awake," Ben

said. "You may be sure that he caught sight of these rocks."

A minute or two later several rifles flashed from among the fallen

stones at the mouth of the gorge.

"Keep your eyes open," Jerry said, "and when you see the slightest

movement, fire. But don't do it unless you feel certain that you make

out a head or a limb. We've got to show the Utes that it is sartin death

to try and crawl up here."

Almost immediately afterwards a head appeared above the stones, the

chief's rifle cracked, and at the same instant the head disappeared.

"Do you think you got him, chief?"

"Think so, not sure. Leaping Horse does not often miss his mark at two

hundred yards."

Almost directly afterwards Tom fired. An Indian sprang to his feet and

bounded away.

"What did you fire at, Tom?"

"I think it was his arm and shoulder," Tom replied. "I was not sure

about it, but I certainly saw something move."

"I fancy you must have hit him, or he would not have got up. Waal, now I

reckon we are going to have quiet for a bit. They must have had a good

look at the place while they were lying there, and must have seen that

it air too strong for them. I don't say they mayn't come on again

tonight--that they may do, but I think it air more likely they won't try

it. They would know that we should be on the watch, and with seven

rifles and Colts we should account for a grist of them afore they got

over. What do you say, chief?"

"Not come now," the Indian said positively. "Send men first along top

see if can get down. Not like come at night; the cañons of the Colorado

very bad medicine, red-skins no like come into them. If no way where we

can get up, then Utes sit down to starve us."

"That will be a longish job, chief. A horse a week will keep us for

three months."

"If no food for horse, horse die one week."

"So they will, chief. We must wait till Harry comes back, then we shall

know what our chances are."

It was six hours before Harry and Sam returned. There was a shout of

satisfaction from the men when they saw that they had on their saddles

the hind-quarters of a bear.

"Waal, what is the news, Harry?"

"It ain't altogether good, Ben. It goes down like this for about twelve

miles, then it widens out sudden. It gets into a crumbly rock which has

got worn away, and there is a place maybe about fifty yards wide and

half a mile long, with sloping sides going up a long way, and then cliff

all round. The bottom is all stones; there are a few tufts of coarse

grass growing between them. On the slopes there are some bushes, and on

a ledge high up we made out a bear. We had two or three shots at him,

and at last brought him down. There may be more among the bushes; there

was plenty of cover for them."

"There was no place where there was a chance of getting up, Harry?"

"Nary a place. I don't say as there may not be, but we couldn't see

one."

"But the bear must have got down."

"No. He would come down here in the dry season looking for water-holes,

and finding the place to his liking he must have concluded to settle

there. It is just the place a bear would choose, for he might reckon

pretty confident that there weren't no chance of his being disturbed.

Well, we went on beyond that, and two miles lower the cañon opened

again, and five minutes took us down on to the bank of the Colorado.

There was no great room between the river and the cliff, but there were

some good-sized trees there, and plenty of bush growing up some

distance. We caught sight of another bear, but as we did not want him we

left him alone."

"Waal, let us have some b'ar-meat first of all," Jerry said. "We

finished our meat last night, and bread don't make much of a meal, I

reckon. Anyhow we can all do with another, and after we have done we

will have a talk. We know what to expect now, and can figure it up

better than we could before."

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