"This clump of hills. You see if when we get to the top here, it don"t all go down full swoop like a house wall right bang to the plain."
"What, like the place where the mountain sheep went down?"
"That"s it, my lad, only without any go up on the other side. It strikes me that we shall find it all plain on this side, and that if we can"t find a break in the wall with a regular gulch, we shall have to go back with our horses and waggon and try some other way."
"Well, come along and let"s see," said Bart; and once more they climbed on for quite half-an-hour, when they emerged from the trees on to a rugged piece of open rocky plain, with scattered pines gnarled and twisted and swept bare by the mighty winds, and as far as eye could reach nothing but one vast, well-watered plain.
"Told you so," said Joses; "now we shall either have to keep up here in the mountain or go down among the Injuns again, just as the master likes."
"Let"s come and sit down near the edge here and rest," said Bart, who was fascinated by the beauty of the scene, and, going right out upon a jutting promontory of stone, they could look to right and left at the great wall of rock that spread as far as they could see. In places it seemed to go sheer down to the plain, in others it was broken into ledges by slips and falls of rock; but everywhere it seemed to shut the great plain in from the west, and Bart fully realised that they would have to find some great rift or gulch by which to descend, if their journey was to be continued in this direction.
"How far is it down to the plain?" said Bart, after he had been feasting his eyes for some time.
"Four to five thousand feet," said Joses. "Can"t tell for certain.
Chap would fall a long way before he found bottom, and then he"d bounce off, and go on again and again. I don"t think the mountain sheep would jump here."
As they sat resting and inhaling the fresh breeze that blew over the widespreading plain, Bart could not help noticing the remains of a grand old pine that had once grown right at the edge of the stupendous precipice, but had gradually been storm-beaten and split in its old age till the trunk and a few jagged branches only remained.
One of these projected from its stunted trunk close down by the roots, and seemed thrust out at right angles over the precipice in a way that somehow seemed to tempt Bart.
He turned his eyes from it again and again, but that branch fascinated him, and he found himself considering how dangerous it would be, and yet how delightful, to climb right out on that branch till it bent and bent, and would bear him no further, and then sitting astride, dance up and down in mid air, right over the awful depths below.
So strange was the attraction that Bart found his hands wet with perspiration, and a peculiar feeling of horror attacked him; but what was more strange, the desire to risk his life kept growing upon him, and as he afterwards told himself, he would no doubt have made the mad venture if something had not happened to take his attention.
Joses was leaning back with half-closed eyes, enjoying his _cigarito_, and Bart was half rising to his knees to go back and round to where the branch projected, just to try it, he told himself, when they heard a shout away to the left, and that shout acted like magic upon Bart.
"Why, that"s Sam," he said, drawing a breath full of relief, just as if he had awakened from some terrible nightmare.
"I"d "bout forgotten him," said Joses lazily. "Ahoy! Oho!--eh!" he shouted back. Then there was another shout and a rustling of bushes, a grunting noise, and Bart seized his rifle.
"He has found game," he said.
Then he nearly let fall his piece, and knelt there as if turned to stone, for, to his horror, he suddenly saw Sam down upon his hands and knees crawling straight out on the great gnarled branch that overhung the precipice, keeping to this mode of progression for a time, and then letting his legs go down one on each side of the branch, and hitching himself along, yelling l.u.s.tily the while for help.
"He has gone mad," cried Bart, and as he spoke he thought of his own sensations a few minutes before, and how he had felt tempted to do this very thing.
"No, he arn"t," said Joses, throwing the remains of his _cigarito_ over the precipice, and lifting his rifle; "he"s got bears after him."
Almost as he spoke the great rough furry body of an enormous black bear came into sight, and without a moment"s hesitation walked right out along the branch after the man.
"There"s another," cried Bart, "shoot, Joses, shoot. I dare not."
It seemed that Joses dare not either, or else the excitement paralysed him, for he only remained like Bart, staring stupidly at the unwonted scene before them as a second bear followed the first, which, in spite of Sam"s efforts to get into safety, had overtaken him, crept right upon him, and throwing its forepaws round him and the branches as well, hugged him fast, while the second came close up and stood there growling and grunting and patting at its companion, who, fortunately for Sam, was driving the claws at the ends of its paws deeply into the gnarled branch.
"If I don"t fire they"ll kill him," muttered Joses, as the huge branch visibly bent with the weight of the three bodies now upon it. "If I kill him instead it would be a mercy, so here goes."
He raised his rifle, took careful aim, and was about to draw the trigger, but forbore, as just then the report of Bart"s piece rang out, and the second bear raised itself up on its hind legs, while the foremost backed a couple of feet, and stood growling savagely with its head turned towards where it could see the smoke.
That was Bart"s opportunity, and throwing himself upon his breast, and steadying his rifle upon a piece of rock, he fired again, making the foremost bear utter a savage growl and begin tearing furiously at its flank.
Then Joses" rifle spoke, and the first bear reared up and fell over backwards, a second shot striking the hindmost full in the head, and one after the other the two monsters fell headlong, the first seeming to dive down, making a swimming motion with its ma.s.sive paws, the second turning over back downwards.
They both struck the rock about fifty feet below the branch, and this seemed to make them glance off and fly through the air at a fearful rate, spinning over and over till they struck again at an enormous distance below, and then plunged out of sight, leaving Bart sick with horror to gaze upon the unfortunate Sam.
CHAPTER TWELVE.
SAM GETS A FRIGHT.
Bart was brought to his senses by Joses, who exclaimed sharply:
"Load, my lad, load; you never know when you may want your piece."
Bart obeyed mechanically as Joses shouted:
"Now then, how long are you going to sit there?"
Sam, who was seated astride the gnarled old limb, holding on tightly with both hands, turned his head slightly and then turned it back, staring straight down into the awful depths, as if fascinated by the scene below.
"Here, hi! Don"t sit staring there," cried Joses. "Get back, man."
Sam shook his head and seemed to cling the more tightly.
"Are you hurt, Sam?" cried Bart.
Sam shook his head.
"Why don"t you speak?" roared Joses, angrily. "Did the beasts claw you?"
Sam shook his head, but otherwise he remained motionless, and Bart and Joses went round to where the tree clung to the rocky soil, and stood gazing out at their companion and within some fifteen feet of where he clung.
"What"s the matter, Sam; why don"t you come back?" asked Bart.
The man responded with a low groan.
"He must be badly hurt, Joses," exclaimed Bart. "What are we to do?"
"Wait a moment till I think," said Joses. "He"s hurt in his head, that"s what"s the matter with him."
"By the bears" claws?"
"No, my lad, they didn"t hurt him. He"s frit."
"Frightened?" said Bart.
"Yes! He"s lost his nerve, and daren"t move."