the boys remained standing at the mouth of the cavern until the guide disappeared on the other side of the little plateau. then they looked at each other and smiled.
"well, it appears that we are to have another day to ourselves," said jack; "and we can't gain anything by waiting, so let's be off."
nothing could be more satisfactory to fred, and the two took nearly the same course as their friend, who passed from sight but a short time before. they had no intention, however, of following him, for that would have been displeasing to the veteran, who, had he desired their company, would have asked for it.
without any definite object in mind, they took substantially the route of the previous afternoon. sooner than they anticipated, they found themselves on the margin of the canyon that had been the scene of so stirring an experience, but the point where they reached it was deeper in the mountains.
"jack, we can't be very far from that break that hank spoke of; let's hunt it up."
"i am willing; but before we do so we'll peep over the side, to see whether he or anyone else is there."
no change was to be noted in the appearance of the tiny stream at the enormous depth, but neither friend nor stranger was in sight. they did not expect to see any one, and began moving along the side of the stupendous fissure in their search for the place where hank had entered it. from what he said it could not be far off, but they were disappointed before reaching the right point. a gradual descent of the sides was notable, and continued until the depth of the canyon was decreased one-half, while the roar became more audible.
"we can't be far from the break," said jack; "that is, if this descent continues."
they found, however, a few minutes later, that it did not continue, but began to increase, until they were fully as elevated above the bottom of the gorge as at the point where they had leaped it. the width also varied continually, sometimes being only three or four feet, while in others it expanded to nearly ten times that extent. they did not pause to look over the margin again, for their aim was to reach the place referred to by their friend.
at the moment when they began to wonder whether a mistake had not been made they came upon the break. both banks sloped downward so abruptly that it would have been laborious for the two to work their way to the bottom, or from the bottom to the top, though the masses of boulders, with the tough pines growing almost the whole distance, offered secure foothold.
the picture was an interesting one. at the point where the stream issued from the canyon, its width was about twenty yards. it flowed swiftly, but quickly slackened its pace, since its expansion was fully a hundred feet. this flowed for probably double that distance, when the high banks again appeared, and what may be called the regular canyon was resumed.
jack and fred sat down to survey the curious picture. they noticed that the canyon seemed to be dotted at intervals with rocks, some of which rose to a considerable height above the current. many were near one side or the other, while others were in the middle of the swift stream, which dashed against them with a violence that threw the spray and foam high in air. it was easy to believe that hank hazletine had made his way up the canyon by leaping from rock to rock, with little more result than the wetting of his shoes.
"it might be done in the daytime," said jack, "but i should not want to try it at night."
"the water must be very deep in many places; and flows so fast that the strongest swimmer couldn't help himself. i should prefer to climb the wall, as hank did."
"but that would be dangerous in the darkness."
"the best thing we can do is to do neither," observed fred, with a laugh. "i have a good deal of curiosity to know what led hank to pick his way up the canyon, but i haven't enough to lead me to follow him——"
jack dudley suddenly gripped the arm of his friend and drew him back from the boulder on which they had been sitting. fred nearly lost his balance, and did not know what to make of the proceeding until both checked themselves at a safe distance and cautiously peeped forth. then the cause of jack's excitement became apparent.
from the pines on the other side of the stream, and near the middle of the depressed portion, three indians stepped into view. the first anxiety of the youths was to learn whether motoza was one of them; but he was not. all were strangers.
they were dressed much the same as the vagrant sioux, and, like him, their faces were painted, and their coarse black hair dangled loosely about their shoulders. they were armed with rifles; but two of the weapons seemed to be the long, old-fashioned muzzle-loaders, while the third carried a winchester. although they emerged from the pines in indian file, they spread apart and walked beside one another to the edge of the broad stream, where they stopped, as if that were the end of their journey.
their gestures showed they were talking energetically, though of course not the slightest murmur reached the youths, who took care to screen themselves from view while cautiously peeping forth. even after the warning words of their guide they felt no special alarm, for they believed the red men were from the reservation near by, and would not harm any one. if they attempted it, jack and fred felt they had the advantage of position, sheltered behind the rocks, far above their enemies, down upon whom they could fire with their winchesters, should the necessity arise.
it was quite certain that the three belonged to one of the hunting parties whose signal-smoke the boys had seen earlier in the day. their action was curious. they did not look up the bank, so that the boys might have been more careless without being discovered; but it was apparent that two of them were arguing with the third, who was more excited than either of his companions. finally he turned away and made as if to pass up the canyon, after the manner of hank hazletine. he leaped out upon one of the rocks, then bounded as lightly to another, and then to a third, which took him within the canyon. the others watched him without protest or action.
evidently the indian who had started off so hurriedly was more impulsive than his companions, for after his third leap he remained standing on the rock; and, although it would have been easy for him to spring to the next leading up the canyon, he refrained from doing do. instead, he looked around, and then deliberately rejoined his friends, who showed no surprise over his reverse movement. they spoke only a few words to one another, when they moved back in indian file toward the growth of pines, among which they passed from sight and were seen no more.
"that was a queer performance," remarked jack; "it looked to me as if that first fellow wanted his companions to go up the canyon with him, and when they refused he started off by himself."
"only to change his mind."
"there can be no doubt of that; but it strikes me as strange that there should be something up there to attract them as well as hank."
"some day hank will tell us about it. do you observe, young man, that the forenoon is well along and we haven't had a sight of any game?"
with no thought of the indians whom they had just seen, the boys began retracing their steps. inasmuch as it was on the other side of the gorge that they had gained the shot at the buck, the feeling was strong that they should pass it again and push their hunt in that direction.
it did not require long to find a spot where the fissure was easily leaped. in fact, the exploit was becoming quite an everyday thing with them.
"we are not far from the spot where we killed that rattler yesterday," said fred, recognizing several landmarks. "i wonder whether there are any more near us——"
at that instant fred uttered a gasp and leaped several feet from the ground, while his companion was hardly a second behind him. both had heard the well-remembered whir at the same moment, and bounded away several steps before pausing to look back.
remarkable as it might seem, a second specimen of the crotalus, fully as large as the other, lay on the flat surface of a rock only a few inches above the ground. evidently it was sunning itself when thus disturbed by the approach of the young hunters, at sight of whom it threw itself into coil. the boys were not in danger, for the warning was sounded while they were still a number of paces distant.
feeling safe, they stood still and surveyed the hideous thing. they agreed that it was larger than the other, and seemed to be darker in color. but for the fact that the reptiles were on opposite sides of the canyon, it might be believed they were mates. the head and tail were elevated, the latter vibrating with the swift, hazy appearance at the end of the rattles which they had noted before.
jack repeated the oft-quoted expression: "the heel of the woman shall bruise the serpent's head," and added: "i suppose nine persons out of every ten, when they see any kind of a snake, are seized with an impulse to kill it."
"even though many are harmless and useful."
"i think the best use you can put a rattlesnake to is to blow him into smithereens, which is what i am going to do."
as he spoke, jack brought his winchester to a level and sighted carefully at the pitted head of the serpent. he was deliberate, and did not press the trigger until sure his aim was accurate to a hair.
fred kept his eye on that head. at the instant the sharp crack of the rifle rang out the frightful object vanished, and the long body broke into fierce writhings. jack had clipped off the head as neatly as if with the blow of a scimitar, the bullet shattering the neck just below, and at its narrowest portion.
"that's as well as i could have done myself," commented fred, as his friend lowered his weapon and watched the struggles of his victim, which quickly ceased, for, as has been said, the crotalus species is easily killed, and when one of them has been decapitated he cannot keep up appearances very long.
when it became certain the reptile was dead the boys drew near for a closer inspection. they counted the rattles, which were seventeen in number, proving the reptile of extraordinary size.
"we didn't think to count those of the other," said fred, "but i am sure it was not so large as this."
"no; but i wonder whether we are going to stumble over them at every step?"
"this is only the second one; we may not see another for a week."
"i hope we shall not; but so long as they are kind enough to give us notice of their intentions we ought to be able to avoid their bites."
it looked as if their experience of the previous day was to be repeated, for within a hundred yards from the spot an animal was discovered on a rock, a considerable distance above them. fred was the first to see it, and exclaimed:
"there's another buck, jack! it's your turn."
but before jack could bring his weapon to a level the animal saw them and was off like a flash. in fact they had no more than a glimpse of it—barely enough to see that it had no antlers, and probably was not a deer at all.
"it isn't going to be as easy work as we thought," said fred; "i shouldn't be surprised if we fail to get a shot to-day."
"well, we shall have the fun of tramping ourselves tired. it seems to me that when any sort of game shows itself it comes out in plain sight and is not scared up by us. let's sit down a while and watch things around us."
this singular proposal was acted upon. after picking their way some distance further among the rocks they chose a seat, and then looked searchingly here and there at the different elevations and prominent points, in the hope of catching sight of some game which would give them a shot before dashing off with headlong haste.
"right over that part of the mountain peak yonder," said jack, pointing at the place, "i saw the moon rise last night. i have watched it come out of the ocean many a time, but never saw anything so beautiful before."
he described as best he could the impressive scene, while fred listened, and for the first time felt regret that he had not been awakened that he, too, might have enjoyed the view.
when he had studied the mountain peak for some minutes, he raised his glass and surveyed it steadily for a while longer.
"i thought so," he remarked; "turn your glass, jack, in that direction."
jack did as requested, and saw to what his comrade referred. perched on the highest portion was an immense gray-headed eagle. sailing thither from the depths of space, he had paused for a while, with the grand view spread out before him, and what a view it must have been!
it was easy to identify the bird with the aid of their glasses, which were kept pointed for some time at him.
"i wonder whether he sees us?" said fred.
"there can be no doubt of it, for their eyes detect the smallest object on a landscape. he is probably studying us with as much interest as we are watching him."
"our rifles couldn't carry a ball half-way to him."
"and what if they could? would you wish to harm the emblem of our country?"
"no; unless he attacked us, which i don't think is likely. halloo!"
just then the immense bird spread his wings and began skimming through the air with majestic grace. more than that, he was coming in the direction of the boys.
"i believe he means to make a meal off of us!" exclaimed fred; "we would better be ready for him."
"there's nothing to be frightened at. if he intends to attack us we have only to wait until he is near, when we can puncture him."
if the king of birds held any such intention he changed his mind. swooping far across the intervening space, seemingly aiming straight at them, he suddenly changed his course, and, ascending high in the sky, swept around in a wide circle and finally disappeared over the peak where first seen.
the boys sat for a while in silence, gazing away in the distance, where the noble bird had vanished, half-expecting it to reappear and probably press its attack; but it had taken its flight for good and was seen no more.
"i wonder whether we would have done any better if we had brought a dog with us?" said jack, beginning to feel a trifle discouraged over their failure to secure a shot at any game.
"i proposed bringing my dog, you remember, when we left home, but you thought we could do better out here. hank and the rest of them don't seem to place much value on the animals in hunting. did you hear that?"
from some point not very far off came the report of a rifle, though whether it was the weapon of hank hazletine or one of the indians that had been discharged, neither could guess.
"somebody else is in luck, and i don't see why we should not——"
before fred could finish his sentence both heard the rustling of bushes behind them. they turned on the instant, and saw a sight which held them transfixed, for never had they expected to view anything of the kind.
they had read and heard much of grizzly bears. they knew they grew to an enormous size, and are the most formidable animals found in the great west, but had they been told that there were such monsters as the one before them they could not have believed it had it been related by hazletine himself.
to jack and fred he seemed fully four times the size of the largest black bear they had ever seen in any zoological garden. had his legs been longer, fred greenwood would have pronounced him the equal of jumbo himself.
where this colossus among beasts had come from it was impossible to say, but the terrifying fact was self-evident that he was advancing to attack the boys!
he must have caught sight of them as they sat on the rock with their backs toward him, and, angered at the intrusion, he was sweeping down upon them like a cyclone, furious and determined to crush them out of existence.
"he was sweeping down upon them like a cyclone."
the gait of the animal was awkward, but speedier even than the youths suspected. he swung along with a swaying motion, and his claws, striking the flinty rocks as he passed over them, rattled like iron nails. his vast mouth was open, his long red tongue lolling out, and his white teeth gleaming. as if no element of terror was to be omitted he uttered a deep, cavernous growl at every step or two, while his comparatively small black eyes seemed to glow with a savage light, altogether foreign to the species.
all this was taken in at the first glance of the boys, who, petrified for one moment, realized in the next their fearful peril.
"there's no time to shoot!" exclaimed jack; "we must run!"
"but he can run faster than we!" replied fred, who stood his ground long enough to bring his winchester to his shoulder and let fly straight at the front of the beast. that he struck the bear was certain, but it served only to add to his towering rage, and he plunged forward without halt.
jack had made no attempt to fire, but was running at headlong speed. fred was eager to thrust another cartridge into the chamber of his winchester from the magazine, but to do so would detain him until old ephraim was upon him, and even then it was not likely the bullet would stay or affect his attack.
accordingly, instead of firing a second shot he whirled about and dashed after jack, who was thus placed about a rod in advance. although the ground was not favorable for running, it may be safely said that neither jack dudley nor fred greenwood ever gave such an exhibition of speed. they held fast to their rifles, for it looked as if the weapons were to be their final reliance.
fred glanced over his shoulder to learn how he was making out in the race. with an awful sinking he saw that the grizzly was gaining fast upon him. still he dared not pause long enough to fire, but redoubled his energies, only to catch his foot in a running vine and plunge forward on his face.
