CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT.
THE OTHER SIDE.
As the two boys made their way amongst the scattered stones they caughtsight of the doctor stepping out on to the terrace where Wilton stood,glass in hand, scanning the opposite terraces and the sharp edge of thetop, where the precipice stood out clear against the sky.
"I wonder whether they'll hit on a good idea," said Ned. "Here, let'ssit down. I say, Griggs, you might be a good fellow and give myrifle-barrel a brush out too."
"I don't say I won't," replied the American. "I might give yours atouch up too, squire. I'll see," he continued. "I don't expect you'rein very good trim for pumping water through gun-barrels."
"No," said Chris, wincing as he raised his arm and lowered it again asif passing a cleaning-rod through the piece.
"Here, steady!" cried Griggs. "Don't take yours to pieces yet. One ata time. We might want to have another shot or two at these red RobinHoods."
"'Tisn't likely," said Ned.
"Isn't it? You never know what's likely with those gentlemen. Whilewe're out here in the wilds we want to be always ready for action."
The American chatted away as he took his rifle to pieces, washing,carefully drying, and oiling it, in the hot sunshine, while Chris placedhimself in a restful position to avoid aches and pains, and Ned leanedback against a stone with his hands behind his head, never once joiningin the conversation. In fact, part of the time he seemed to be dozing,for his eyes were half-closed. At last, though, he started suddenly,made a gesture with his open hand as if catching a fly off his leg, andexclaimed--
"I've got it!"
"Kill it, then," said Griggs, without looking up from his task. "Whatis it--a skeeter?"
"No," cried Ned excitedly. "The idea!"
"You have?" said Chris eagerly.
"Yes!"
"Let's have it, then," said Griggs, "only be gentle. Don't startle ustoo much."
"Don't you begin sneering," said Ned, rather haughtily. "Other peoplemay have bright ideas too."
"I don't know about `too,'" said Griggs coolly; "I've got none. My headhas grown thick with thinking of how we're to get out of this hole."
Ned was silent, and sat frowning.
"Well, let's have it," said Chris.
"Oh, I don't know," said Ned coldly. "Perhaps you've got a better ideaof your own."
"Here, don't make us hungry with keeping it back," cried Chrisgood-humouredly. "What a fellow you are to take offence."
"Oh, I'm not offended, only I don't think some people need be ready tojeer quite so soon."
"`Some people,'" said Griggs softly. "That means me. Very sorry, andwon't do so any more."
"And you keep on doing it."
"Well, never mind," said Griggs, smiling. "I'm only 'Murrican, and youknow what we are. Come, let's have your notion, squire, and if it seemsa right one we'll get out of our trouble like a shot. What was it?"
"Well, I propose," said Ned reluctantly, "that we take proper steps onenight, and startle the Indians' horses into making a stampede. It couldeasily be done."
"And afterwards?" said Chris quietly.
"Why, ride off ourselves and get beyond the redskins' reach. They'dhave no horses to follow."
"And they'd never think of running after and catching them," said Chrisquietly.
"How could they when the horses had galloped right away? They wouldn'tknow which way the ponies had gone in the dark."
"But they'd find the trail in the morning, and follow it, if the jobtook them a week."
"Hear, hear!" cried Griggs, raising the barrels of his rifle to his eyesand looking through them as if they formed a binocular telescope.
"Oh, you're always so ready with your objections," said Ned angrily."Why couldn't it be done?"
"Just because it would be impossible, I'm afraid, squire," said Griggs,polishing away now at his right barrel. "_If_ you had all the horsestogether, and _if_ you could frighten them, they might all rush off, buteven if they did it wouldn't matter much, as Chris here hints, becausethe Indians would follow the trail, and not lose one. Very sorry,squire. Glad if it would do; but it won't, so try again."
Ned uttered a grunt.
"You'd better try now, Chris," he said scornfully, "and old Griggs'llsit upon your plan directly."
Griggs breathed upon the stock of his rifle, and gave it a hard rub withhis piece of rag to bring up the polish upon the walnut grain.
"To be sure I will," he said pleasantly, as he gave Chris a nod. "I'mnot going to play with a job like this. Have you got anything like anidea, my lad?"
"I've been trying to think out something," said the boy, turning alittle red in the face.
"Let's have it, then," cried Ned.
"To be sure, let's have it," said Griggs, looking proudly at hiswell-cleaned rifle, before opening the breech and slipping in a coupleof cartridges. "There, that's ready. Now, squire, I'll have yours,please."
Ned passed his rifle, after extracting the ball-cartridge, and theAmerican began taking it to pieces at once.
"What's your notion, my lad?" he said, turning to Chris.
"I'm afraid to say anything about it," said Chris modestly.
"Why?" cried Ned.
"Because it seems now that I have thought it out quite extravagant andstrange."
"It can't be worse than mine," cried Ned bitterly. "Come, out with it.Play fair. I don't see why I should be laughed at, and you get off scotfree."
"Don't you make yourself uncomfortable about that, squire," said Griggsdryly. "I'll mind and rub him wrong way if there's nothing in it. Nowthen, my lad, let's have it."
Chris was silent a minute, and then said--
"One word first. My poor pony came down into the valley where I fell,but you don't think the Indians could bring their beasts down that way,do you?"
"I'm sure they couldn't," said Griggs, working the cleaning-rod up anddown one of the barrels.
"I feel sure too," said Chris. "But do you think they could get themout again that way--I mean, out through the head of the valley?"
"And I'm sure of that," said Griggs. "They couldn't unless they taught'em how to fly."
"Why, of course not," said Ned scornfully. "You know it too. Why doyou ask?"
"Only because I wanted to make sure," replied Chris, "and because it hassomething to do with my plan."
Griggs left off pumping and squirting water, laid the barrel across hisknees with his hands resting upon the former, and gazed thoughtfully inthe boy's face, while Ned seemed influenced by his companion's mannerand sat perfectly silent.
"You know I went to watch for the coming of the Indians?"
"Yes," said Griggs.
"And I passed by that rough jagged pillar of rock which was of a greatheight, in the middle of that very narrow part of the gulch. I meanwhere the rocks close in on both sides and overhang so that it seemsdangerous to walk under them for fear they should fall."
"Oh yes, I remember it well."
"So do I," said Ned, quietly now, for he was evidently greatlyinterested.
"I looked at it intently, so that I got to know the place thoroughly. Ican recollect all the loose stones piled-up along the sides andoverhanging so that very little would make them block up the rift."
"To be sure," said Griggs, going on with his cleaning again. "I knowthe spot. You might make a strong fort there in no time so as to defendthe valley."
"Yes, yes, of course," said Ned impatiently; "but go on."
"I think I'd better leave off now," said Chris apologetically; "it seemsso stupid."
"Never mind; let's have it," cried Griggs.
"Well, this is what I thought," continued Chris, "that if we could go upthere some day and hide along the heights with our ponies and mules, andwait till the enemy came by to get into the valley, and then tumble allthe rocks and stones down--"
"One minute," said Griggs. "You mean that very, very narrow bit wherethere's hardly room for two mules to pass?"
"Yes, that's it; where the rocks high up nearly meet."
"Yes, I know," cried Ned excitedly.
"Well, since I've been thinking about all this," said Chris, speakingmore freely, "it seemed--"
"One moment again," cried Griggs, "it's this side of the gully downwhich the enemy came."
"Oh yes, some hundreds of yards."
"To be sure!"
"I say, Griggs, don't keep interrupting so," cried Ned impatiently.
"Right! Go on, lad."
"I fancied," cried Chris, "if we could hide and wait till the enemy hadall ridden into the bottom of the valley, we might tumble down stonesand rocks from up above till the spaces beside that middle stone wereall blocked up, and we might keep on till it was made so bad that nohorse could be got over."
"To be sure, nor mule neither. That's for certain if we worked hardenough, and of course we would. Oh, yes; I could make such a bank therewith a bar or a wooden lever as no pony could climb, or man either, ifyou come to that. Why, Chris, my lad, that'll do."
"You don't think it wild and foolish?" said the boy, flushing.
"I think it's grand."
"You do?"
"I do, really, my lad. There's only one thing that I can see againstit."
"Ah, here it comes," cried Ned excitedly; "I knew he'd be sure and situpon it."
"Of course," said Griggs, laughing, "or step upon it to see if it'llbear our weight."
"What's wrong, then?"
"Only this," said Griggs slowly. "How are you going to get your birdsinto the trap?"
"Ha, ha!" laughed Ned. "To be sure. There you are, Chris: how are yougoing to get your birds into the trap?"
Chris laughed too, but very gently.
"I've been thinking of all that," he said, "and I don't quite see yet.I could manage it easily enough if there was a way out that we couldclimb. Then we could retreat before them some time, and they'd followus in; and as soon as they had all ridden in the door of the trap couldbe closed."
"Who's going to shut the trap?" said Ned, laughing. "Why, Chris, you'remaking a bull."
"Oh no, I'm not. One or two would be enough to lead the Indians in; theothers could shut the trap."
"And what about the live bait that led the Indians in?" said Ned.
"They'd make for the way to get out, and climb up here."
"Well, you are a Paddy," cried Ned, laughing heartily. "You're going tolead the enemy in, and show them the way out again. Can't you see thatif they followed the two who acted as bait they'd come out too?"
"Yes," said Chris coolly, "but that wouldn't matter."
"What! Why, you're all in a fog, and can't see your way," cried Ned.
"We're not afraid of the Indians, and we could keep them off easilyenough if we wanted to before we got back to our horses and rode away."
"But the enemy would follow," cried Ned, grinning.
"Well, suppose they did?" cried Chris; "they'd be on foot. They couldclimb out of the trap, but their ponies couldn't."
Griggs laughed now, and Ned looked uncomfortable.
"Oh! I see," he drawled, very slowly. "I didn't think of that."
"Hah!" ejaculated Griggs, who looked very thoughtful. "Yes, that mightbe done. I don't know of any such place, Chris, unless we could findone somewhere up above the terraces."
"I've looked," said Chris, shaking his head. "If there was a way upthere it would be splendid, because we could put big stones ready, orloosen some of the steps so that we could break them away after we'dclimbed up; but I can't find anything. The cliff hangs over so."
"Was that why you were poking about so up there this morning?" said Ned.
"Yes."
"Well, you might have told me."
"Yes, I might," said Chris, smiling, "but it would have been a pity."
"Why?"
"It would have spoiled your chance to have a laugh at me and call me aPaddy."
"Hah!" said Griggs again, as Ned frowned and looked annoyed. "And youcouldn't find any way up there on to the top?"
"No," said Chris rather sadly. "It would have been so easy then."
"Yes, we could have worked it then, my lad. One would have been enough.I could have carried out a nice game there, and led 'em on."
"And what about their arrows?" said Ned.
"Oh, I should have had to chance them. Kept out of reach, or dodgedthem. I could have led 'em right in so that they wouldn't have heardthe stones being lowered down, and got right away over the top and shutthe door after me, while when they saw that they couldn't follow, andwent back, they'd have found themselves shut-in."
"But--there's--no way out over the top terrace," said Ned mockingly.
"Well, I know there isn't," said Griggs coolly. "I've looked wellmyself three times over, because I was afraid that the enemy might finda way down some time, and take us by surprise."
"It would have been so easy then," sighed Chris; "but I don't despair.We might find a way, after all, if we had a good search."
"To be sure we might," replied Griggs, "and I think I know where."
"You do?" cried the boys together.
"'M, yes, I think so," said Griggs quietly.
"Where?" cried Chris. "You don't mean up at the head of the valley,where I came down?"
"Nay! That wouldn't do, even if there was a place. Be too far off.You want a spot where one could slip up quickly and shut the way afteryou so as to stop the enemy from following."
"Yes," said Chris, shaking his head; "and that we shall never find."
"No," cried Ned, almost triumphantly. "Your plan's no better than mine,old chap."
"I don't know so much about that, squire," said Griggs, screwing up hisface. "Seems to me that we can find such a way out if we try."
"Where?" cried Ned.
"Over yonder, squire," was the reply, as the American nodded his head inthe direction of the terraces and openings opposite to where they sattalking.
"Ah!" cried Chris excitedly. "Yes, there must, now one thinks of it, bea way down there. Some of the Indians must have got down a part of theway to send their arrows at me when I was seeing to my poor mustang."
"To be sure! Right!" cried Griggs. "I never thought of that before.Then we've been sleeping here with the door open, only the enemy wereafraid to come."
"Then you think we could find a way up there?" said Chris, shading hiseyes and looking across the valley at the perpendicular sunlit clifffull of window or door openings similar to those from which they gazed.
"I'm beginning to think we could, my lad. What do you say to goingacross and having a search?"
"Yes; let's go at once," cried Chris.
"Aren't you too stiff?"
"Stiff? No. Come along!"
At that moment Ned, who had been staring hard at the opposite terraces,suddenly caught Griggs by the arm, gripping it sharply.
"What's the matter?"
"Keep quiet! Don't move," said the boy in a whisper, though no onecould have heard from the spot at which he looked. "There's somethingmoving about on that top terrace across yonder."
"A bear?" said Chris eagerly.
"Perhaps. No; it's standing up now."
"Well, bears do that sometimes."
"It's so far-off, I can't quite make out," said Ned excitedly. "Ah!There's another--and another. Why, there are six or seven crawlingabout yonder."
"Then they're not likely to be bears," said Griggs. "Where's yourglass?"
"Up in the lookout. I'll go and fetch it."
"Yes, and be smart," cried Griggs. Then, as the boy hurried away toclimb up to the watching place--"I won't give any alarm yet till we'requite sure. But if it's the enemy they've some game on there, andthere's going to be more sharp shooting. Chris, my lad, there's nodoubt about it now. There's a way down from the top of the cliff tothat top terrace yonder, and that means there must be a way up to itfrom below. Your plan's cutting two ways. It's giving us a way to getclear of the enemy, and s
howing us that we've been in greater dangerthan we thought for. Now see what you can make out. Your eyes areyounger than mine."
"Yes, but yours are better trained to see long distances," repliedChris, as he shaded his eyes and had a good long look, the Americanchanging his position and doing the same.
"I can only see two," said Chris at last, "and I think they're men."
"I can see three," said Griggs, "and I'm not going to say I think, forI'm sure they're Indians."
Chris's first thought was of his mustang.
"What about the mules and ponies?" he said excitedly.
"I don't think their arrows could reach them," said Griggs thoughtfully;"but the brutes mean some mischief, and the sooner we begin to teachthem that they are trespassing the better. Can you help me to take ashot at them? Or are you too stiff?"
"I can manage," said Chris, and following the American they encounteredNed returning from the lookout.
"Indians," he cried. "I've looked. They're after the ponies and mulesagain."
"Have you given the alarm?" cried Chris anxiously.
"No; I came on with the glass. Do you want to use it, Griggs?"
"No," was the reply. "I'm going to shoot, and that will give all thealarm we want."
They proceeded to the second terrace, where the movements of the Indiansgrew clearer, and going down behind a stone the American took a long andcareful aim before firing.
"Missed him," he said angrily.
The word had hardly left his lips before Chris drew his trigger, and thenext moment Ned followed his example.
The reports brought the rest of the party of defenders into the cellfrom which the firing had been directed.
"Well," said the doctor, "what is it?"
He took the binocular upon hearing the explanation, but after holding itto his eyes for a few moments returned it to Griggs.
"Is it a mistake?" he said.
Griggs laid his cheek to his rifle, and fired again, to stand gazingacross the valley for some moments before he replied--
"No, sir; no mistake, and that Indian knows it."
"You hit one?"
"Yes, and there were three more just appeared, but, as far as I couldmake out, they have all gone now."
There was a little more excitement and watching, but nothing was madeout for some minutes. Then the doctor, who had seized the glass andbeen sweeping the opposite side of the valley in search of danger,exclaimed--
"They've gone. Look, Bourne." He passed the glass to the gentlemanaddressed. "Across the right, there, over the edge of the cliff."
"Yes, I see; a large party of them cantering away."
At that moment Griggs, who had raised the sight of his rifle, firedagain after a rapid glance.
"Man and horse down," cried Bourne.
"Why did you fire again when they were in full retreat?"
"To give them a lesson not to come and interfere with us, sir," saidGriggs shortly. "It's too dangerous to trifle with them, sir, andthey're getting more daring."
"Yes, I know," said the doctor, "and I wish we could get away from thisplace; but I dare not stir, for the enemy would follow us and hang on toour skirts, go which way you chose."
"Young Chris had an idea about our getting away, sir," said the man,giving the boy a wink.
"An idea. I should have thought he had only one, and that was connectedwith getting well again. Well, what is it, Chris?"
The boy explained, his face feeling like fire the while, and his fatherlistened to the end.
"Well," he said at last, "that sounds perfectly reasonable and good.And you think we could, or you could, or whoever undertook the task,could get to the terraces yonder and escape--if there proves to be a wayup there?"
"Yes, father," said Chris, flushing with excitement now. "I feel surethere is a way there."
"And you, Griggs--what do you say?"
"I feel sure of it, sir; but whether we could reach it from down belowhere or not is another thing."
"The only way is to prove it," said the doctor.
"Now, at once, sir?" cried Griggs.
"Well, yes," said the doctor thoughtfully; "why not?"
He asked the question in a tone of voice that needed no answer, and thenturned to Chris.
"We'll go and examine the place, then, for the Indians must be gone."
"Oh yes," said Griggs, "they're gone, sure enough. But it would be aswell for say two to stop here on the terrace and be ready to fire if theenemy should appear again."
This was soon arranged, Wilton and Bourne undertaking the task, while,after a good look round to make sure that no watching eyes werescrutinising their movements, the little party of four started for theother side of the depression, Chris being so insistent that he feltreally well enough to be one, that the doctor shrank from leaving himbehind.
The task did not prove very difficult, for they had their previousexperience to help them, and they were not long after reaching the footof the cliff before finding a way up to the lowest terrace, and graspingthe fact that the incident that had taken place in the part they hadoccupied had been repeated here. Whether before or after it wasimpossible to say, but they found all the traces of a desperate fight,and the defence of a brave people who had held out in cell after cell tothe very end.
Then the way up to the next terrace was hunted out and found half buriedin stones and dust, and hidden still further by the growth of ages.Here again were the traces of the massacre, and after a hurriedexamination of these, half-way along the second terrace Griggs came to asudden stop and cocked his rifle, an act immediately imitated by therest.
"Danger?" whispered the doctor.
"Don't know yet," was the reply, "but we're somewhere near the cellswhere those fellows were using their bows the other day, and where I sawthem a little while ago."
He ceased speaking, and pointed downwards.
"What can you see?" whispered Chris.
"Trail. Moccasin-covered feet," was the answer.
The two boys would have passed that which was pointed out unseen, forthe impressions in the dust were very faint to them, but plain enough tothe experienced hunter, who advanced cautiously now to the opening intothe cell opposite which they were now standing, and looking in, pointedout fresh footprints and, what was more, an opening at the back of thecell which, save in position, proved to be a way into just such a squarecell-like place as that which had puzzled them on their own side.
"No one here," said Griggs, "but it's not long since there was."
"Are you going on at once?" said the doctor.
"Oh yes; let's know the worst, or the best," replied Griggs; "but oneseems to know all there is to know, and it's what we wanted. Here's theway up to the next range of cells, and when we get up there we shallfind the enemy's trail, and that will lead right up to the cliff,without a doubt."
"Yes, there's proof enough that if the enemy had been enterprising andgifted with brains they could have easily found their way down into thevalley by a fresh way."
"Let's go on, sir," said Griggs. "They've never been lower than this;that's evident. We're the first who have come up that lower way, and itseems to me, Chris, that we've learned all we wanted. That was to finda way to the top that a fellow could get up in a hurry. Yes--look here.It's all clear enough; and once he's got up he's got nothing to do butbreak away a step or two, and no one can follow."
Griggs was quite right. Just as it was on the other side of the valley,the square pit could be ascended by means of projecting stones, and uponthese being scaled the party stood upon the flint terrace and in itsrange of cells, beyond which there was a step-like path going up anarrow rift, leading right to the level tableland.
They all ascended, and taking care not to expose themselves, were ableto sweep the great level for miles, but without seeing the slightestsign of an enemy.
"It's all right, sir," said Griggs, as soon as they had finished theirinspection. "Here's what we want to carry out young Chris's plan."
"Well, it does make it possible," said the doctor thoughtfully, "butvery risky for the man who is hunted by the enemy."
"Oh dear no, sir. It only wants a man to be pretty smart. I don't seemuch difficulty in it."
"No, father," said Chris; "I feel sure that I could do it."
"Nay, don't want everything, youngster," cried Griggs merrily; "let someone else have a chance. This job seems to be about my fit, and Ipropose that the doctor here picks me out, unless squire here chooseshimself as the one to do it."
"Oh no," cried Ned; "I couldn't do it. I mean, I shan't go. I don'tthink I could do it."
"It's a grown man's job," said the doctor firmly, "one that eitherGriggs or I will undertake. There, come down, and let's carefully hidethe way by which we came up. The enemy may come here again to get ashot at us, and if they do we must not give them a chance for growingsuspicious."
"If they come, sir," said Griggs. "I don't think they will--at allevents to-day. What they'll try in the night no one can say. But nowthen, Chris, my lad, you and your mustang have got to make yourselvesfit for everything. We can do nothing till you're both quite well, andthe sooner that time comes the sooner we shall be strong enough to act."
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