The boys stared at their friend in astonishment. He explained:
"There ain"t much show fur three persons to find game as long as they stick together. The right way is fur "em all to part and each keep it up on his own hook. A chap isn"t in half the danger of being seen by the deer or sheep, or whatever it may be he"s after; and he has the chance, too, to show what stuff he"s made of."
"Then you intend to leave us?"
"You"ve hit it the first time. I"ll start out on my own bus"ness, meaning to be back here while the night"s young."
Observing significant looks pa.s.sing between the boys, the man hastened to add:
"Now, don"t you folks make the mistake of thinking I"ll get your supper fur you, fur I don"t mean to do nothing of the kind. I don"t intend to do any hunting, but to git away from you so as to let you have the chance. I don"t say that if a big horn or a antelope or buck walks up in front of me and asks me to take a shy at him that I won"t pop him over, though some folks that I know wouldn"t do the same if the buck happened to be a two-legged one; but such things don"t often happen; and, if you don"t fetch in any game, them appet.i.tes of your"n are likely to bother you as much as they did t"other day when we was riding from the fort."
"Do you wish Fred and me to part company?"
Hank"s eyes twinkled and a quizzical expression lit up that part of his countenance which was visible.
""Twouldn"t be safe."
"Why not?"
"You"d each take the other fur a wild donkey and plug him afore you found out the mistake, which the same wouldn"t be such a mistake after all."
The boys could well afford to laugh at the pleasantry of the man who, it was evident, felt a partiality for them. He added, more seriously:
"You"d have more show to shoot game if you parted, but I"d not advise you to do it till after you"ve hunted for some days together. It"s mighty easy for younkers like you to git lost in these mountains. You must keep your bearings, so it won"t be any trouble fur you to find your way back to this spot when it"s dark. If you happen to catch sight of any game, try to not let it see you till you git a fair shot at it; and there ain"t much good in wounding a critter in these parts, fur it"s sure to git away from you."
After some further instructions, Hank bade his young friends good-by and left them. He strode off in the direction of the trail over which they had come to reach this interesting spot in the mountains, and disappeared without once looking back to see what they were doing.
It was odd thus to be left alone in this wild region, and the chums looked in each other"s face with smiles. It certainly was a curious experience to be set down in one of the greatest mountain spurs of the West, and to be told that now they must take care of themselves. It was like being cast into deep water and ordered to choose between swimming and drowning.
"It"s just as well," said Jack, "or he wouldn"t have done it. Surely the V. W. W. ought to be able to take care of ourselves, with our repeaters and pistols. There"s nothing to be feared from wild animals, or he would have warned us."
"It strikes me that the most important thing to do is to keep our bearings, for if we should happen to lose our way it would go hard with us."
"We took care to bring spy-gla.s.ses, as well as everything else that we thought we were likely to need, but forgot about a compa.s.s, which may be worth all the rest."
"Well, we must be careful not to stray too far until we become familiar with the country. Let"s not delay our start."
The plateau where their ponies were cropping the gra.s.s was several acres in extent, nearly half of it sloping abruptly; but the gra.s.s was abundant enough to furnish the animals with all they could need, no matter how long they stayed, since it had plenty of opportunity to renew itself.
Side by side the boys moved across the s.p.a.ce, the ponies not raising their heads to look at them, as they pa.s.sed near. Instead of following the course taken by their guide they bore to the right, but at the same time proceeded nearly westward, which led them deeper into the mountains. Remembering the caution of their friend they studied the landmarks around them, in the hope of not losing their way when it should become time to return to camp.
When fairly clear of the plateau, where they must have been at a considerable elevation above the sea, they found the way so rough that travelling became a task. There was nothing in the nature of a path or trail to follow, and they were compelled to pa.s.s around boulders and rocks, sometimes turning back and retracing their steps, and making long detours, so as to flank impa.s.sable chasms. All this tended to confuse their knowledge of the points of the compa.s.s, but they did not forget to note everything that could serve as a guide, and were confident of finding their way whenever it should become necessary to return.
Most of the time Jack Dudley was in the lead, for it was not easy to walk beside each other. He was perhaps a half-dozen paces in advance of Fred, when he abruptly stopped with an exclamation of affright.
"What is it?" asked his friend, hardly less startled.
"Look at that!"
He pointed downward, almost at his feet. Still unaware of what he meant, Fred stepped guardedly forward to his side.
There was good cause, indeed, for the alarm of the elder, for he had checked himself on the edge of a ravine or canyon fully a thousand feet deep. One step further and he would have dropped into eternity.
The peculiar formation of the canyon accounted for this peril. The chasm was barely a dozen feet wide, but the other side was depressed, so that it was not noticed by the youth until on the edge of the danger. The walls were of solid rock, showing the numerous strata of sandstone and other formations, worn so unevenly that it looked possible for a person to use them as stairs in climbing the sides. Pausing on the edge and peering cautiously down the dizzy steep, the youths could see a stream of water, winding its course far down at the bottom, where the roughness of its bed churned it into foam, and gave it the appearance of a white ribbon that had been strung along the course. The murmur was so soft and faint that at times they were not sure they heard it, and when it reached their ears the voice of the distant ocean was suggested.
A striking feature of this phenomenon was the exceeding narrowness of the canyon. It has been stated that directly opposite to where the boys had halted it was scarcely a dozen feet wide, and there were places in sight with the width still less, though most of it was greater. The ages that it had taken this stream to erode such a bed for itself was beyond imagination.
"Jack," said his companion, with that elasticity of spirits natural to one of his years, "if you had pitched down there, how in the world could I have pulled you up to the top again?"
"Why would you wish to do that?"
"Well, you would have been pretty well bruised and would have needed help."
"Possibly; but I wonder whether there are many such pit-holes in this part of the world. It resembles the fissures in the mountains of ice which I have read that the Arctic explorers sometimes find."
However, since the youths were on one side of the canyon, naturally they were seized with the belief that it was necessary immediately to place themselves on the other side. Why it was so they would have found hard to explain, but they were unanimous on the point; and, since there was but the single method of crossing the chasm, they set out to find it.
"It looks narrower over there to the left," said Jack, turning in that direction.
He did not have to go far when he paused, where the width was barely six feet--not enough to afford much of a leap for st.u.r.dy lads of their years.
"That"s easy," added Jack, measuring it with his eye.
"You must remember one thing, Jack. There"s something in the air of this part of the world which makes a mile look no more than a few hundred yards. Suppose that that other bank is fifty feet off!"
It was an alarming thought, and Jack recoiled as if again on the edge of the brink. But he was quick to see the absurdity of the idea.
"If that is so, then the canyon must be several miles deep. But we would better make sure."
It was easy to do this. Hunting around until a chip from one of the boulders was found, Jack tossed it across the abyss. It fell as he expected, proving that, wonderfully deceptive as is the atmosphere of the West, it cannot mislead in instances like that which confronted them.
"That makes it right. I am not afraid to make the leap; are you?"
"Not a bit; but wait."
Near them lay a stone, so large that it required their united strength to move it. By hard work they rolled it to the edge of the canyon and tumbled it over, carefully watching its descent. A curious thing followed. At first it shot straight downward for a hundred feet, when it impinged against a projecting point of the mountain wall, knocked the fragments in every direction, as if it were a ball fired from a thousand-pounder, and bounded against the opposite side, further down, scattering fragments again. By this time it had achieved an almost inconceivable momentum, and was shooting downward at a terrific rate.
In the depths of this narrow canyon, where the sunlight never penetrated for more than a few minutes at a time, it was always twilight. At the bottom it was almost dark, so that the stream would hardly have been visible but for its yeasty foam. At some point near the base, when the flinty stone was speeding forward like a meteor, it abraded a harder portion than before. Instantly a stream of fire shot out, such as sometimes flashes from a murky cloud in the sky, and, as if it were an echo of the impact, the splash and thunderous thump were heard by the boys at the top.
It was a tempting theme for the imagination, but they were too practical to linger. Having agreed that the canyon could be readily jumped, they did not hesitate. Running a few steps, Jack Dudley cleared the pa.s.sage and landed on the other side, with several feet to spare. He did not take the trouble to toss his rifle in advance, but kept it in his hand.
"I had a queer feeling," he said, as Fred joined him, "when I was right over the middle of the canyon, and knew, if I had made any miscalculation, I should never stop until pretty well down toward the centre of the earth."
"It doesn"t take long to do a deal of thinking at such time, but what bothered me was whether I was going to make as good a jump as you. I believe I beat you by two or three inches."
"You wouldn"t have done it if I had tried. But, Fred, since we are on this side of that split in the mountain, we have got to jump it again to get back to camp."
"And we must manage to do it before dark, for it isn"t safe to take chances where there is so much variance in the width."