“We’ll talk about that when we get you down from here,” the scout evaded. Just then a whoop sounded; and, looking up, Buffalo Bill saw that the baron and Nomad had come in sight. He stood up and waved his hand to them, that they might locate him; but at the same time he was careful not to give Juniper Joe a chance to push him out of the notch into the cañon. He was convinced that Juniper Joe might want to do that very thing. “Who’s them?” asked Juniper Joe. “My friends--the baron and old Nomad.” Juniper Joe growled something in his throat. “What was that?” the scout asked. “Oh, nothin’! Lower me down, if you kin.” “It’s going to be a hard job; you’re a heavy man.” “Waal, then let me stay hyar!” the fellow growled. The scout put the noose of the rope round Juniper Joe’s body, under the arms. “I’ll try it,” he said, “if you’ve got the grit!” Juniper Joe looked over the edge, and shivered. “If anything should happen, I reckon I’d fetch up dead on them rocks down there.” “I can get a pretty good grip, by locking a leg round this point of rock, and I think I can hold you; but the rope is strong enough to hold you, even if I should slip.” “It’d cut me in two, if you should let go.” “I suppose you’re willing for me to try it?” The fellow looked over again. “Go ahead!” he said, setting his jaws together. “I’ve got to git down out of this in some way.” Helping himself, Juniper Joe slid over the edge of the notch, aided by the scout, the latter supporting him as he released his grip on the rock and dangled in midair. It was a fine exhibition of muscular strength, when Buffalo Bill lowered the heavy body of Juniper Joe slowly down from the notch, letting it slide against the cañon wall. There was a shelf below; and when Juniper Joe had gained that the scout directed him to cast off the noose. “I’m coming down,” he announced. “But,” he warned, “no tricks! My pards are over there, you see; and they wouldn’t stand for treachery on your part.” “Oh, I ain’t intendin’ any,” Juniper Joe growled back. The scout swung out and lowered himself to the shelf. The rope was left hanging, of course, with the noose hooked over the finger of rock. But the scout was a rope wizard. By some clever jerks, which made wavy ripples run up the rope, he flipped it off the rocky point, and it dropped down. He found another projection, to which he fastened the noose; and the performance was gone through again, this time bringing the scout and his prisoner to the bottom of the cañon. When they got down there they found the baron and Nomad. CHAPTER X. STARTLING REVELATIONS. If the Utes remained in the vicinity, they kept out of sight and were not seen again. Old Nomad and the baron had heard the shot of the Indians; but, thinking it had come from the rifle of Buffalo Bill, they had abandoned the trail they were following, and came over to see if the scout was in trouble.