SCALING THE CLIFF.

Oh, for a long interval of darkness!

Our hearts beat anxiously--at least I can answer for my own. Rube

watched the guerrilleros, permitting his head to be seen by them. My

eyes were bent upon the rocky wall, but through the thick darkness I

looked in vain for our comrade. I listened to hear how he was

progressing; I could distinguish a slight scratching against the cliff,

each moment higher and farther away; but Garey climbed with a moccasined

foot, and the noise was too faint to reach the ears of our enemies. Oh,

for a long interval of darkness!

It appeared a long one; perhaps it was not five minutes, but it _felt_

twice that, before the lightning again blazed forth.

With the flash, I ran my eyes up the precipitous wall. Oh, God! Garey

was still upon its face, as yet scarce midway up. He was standing on a

ledge--his body flattened against the rock--and with his arms extended

horizontally, he presented the appearance of a man crucified upon the

cliff!

So long as the glare lasted, he remained in this attitude, motionless as

the rock itself.

I turned with anxious look towards the guerrilleros. I heard no voice;

I observed no movement. Thank Heaven! they saw him not!

Near where he was resting, some bushes of the trailing cedar grew out of

the cliff; their dark foliage mottled its white face, rendering the form

of the climber less conspicuous.

Another long spell of darkness, another blaze of light.

I scanned the gorge: no human form was visible. I saw a dark line that,

like a crack, vertically intersected the cliff from parapet to base: it

was the rope Garey had carried up. He had reached the summit in safety!

It was my turn next--for Rube insisted on retaining the post of danger--

and with my rifle slung on my back, I stood ready. I had given the

parting whisper to my brave steed, and pressed his velvet muzzle to my

cheek.

With the last flicker of the electric gleam, I seized the hanging lazo,

and drew myself upward.

I had confidence in the rope: I knew it was fastened above, or safe in

the strong grasp of Garey.

With its aid, the ascent was rendered easy. I experienced no difficulty

in climbing from ledge to ledge, and before the light came again, I had

reached the crest of the cliff.

We lay flat among the bushes that grew by the very brink, scarcely

showing our faces to the front.

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