“All right, lead the way; I feel better after eating, but I’m so tired and sore I can’t go fast or far. I wish you’d got hold of more grub.” “I did, and a can of powder, and started with them, but when I saw Cody dig out my blast and throw it away I lost my nerve and dropped everything. I knew then it was no use for me to try to do him, and all I thought of was getting as much space between me and him as possible.” “You are gone bad, aren’t you?” said Price. The pair clambered away over the rocks, slipping and sliding in the darkness and muttering bitter anathemas because of their misfortunes. In their case, as in all others, the way of the transgressor is hard. If the hardships are not physical and apparent to the world, they are mental, and the one who defies the laws of God and man is undergoing torture which he is too great a moral coward to admit. The right way is not only the best way, but the easiest way, and if reward does not come in dollars and cents, it comes in the satisfaction of knowing that one has done his best. Price still held to his nerve, while Ike’s had been shattered by one incident--the demonstration of a brave man that he has no fear to do right, whatever the consequences. Price was suffering physical torture and readily admitted it to his partner in crime, but he had not weakened to a degree that would cause him to admit, even to Bloody Ike, that he feared for the future, other than for its physical discomforts. “Look out!” cried Ike, who was in the lead, suddenly. He clung to a stunted evergreen and saved himself from plunging down a dark chasm, which yawned at his feet. But his warning came too late for Price, whose tottering condition sent him headlong. As he felt himself going into the black depths below, the former Indian agent and gambler, who had bled more tenderfeet than any other bad man of Bozeman, uttered a wild cry of despair. But Price’s last hour had not come. After a fall of not more than ten feet he landed in a deep pool of ice-cold water, and went down, down, till his head seemed bursting before he reached the top again. Gasping and thrashing about, calling wildly for help, and begging Ike to save him, Price raised a pitiful howl that irritated Ike. “You make more noise than a gang of scared young ones,” said Ike. “If you don’t shut up I won’t bother to pull you out. Buffalo Bill’s gang can hear you all over the mountain.” Price continued to plead, and, striking a match, Ike was able to see his way down the rocks to where he could reach his struggling companion. That ended their journey that night, for Price absolutely refused to proceed in the darkness. He was shivering and exhausted, his teeth chattering and his courage ebbing out with his strength.