Barney was soon convinced that Frank was right, and the boys drew back a bit, taking care not to be seen by anybody below them. There was a collection of eight buildings upon which the morning sun was shining, six of which were dwelling houses, and two of which seemed to be stables. Taken all together, they made quite a little village. The doors of many of the houses were open, and men were seen lounging about. Occasionally a woman could be seen, and there were a few children at play. "Here live the last of the terrible organization that has shed the blood of hundreds of Gentiles," said Frank. "These men were known to be leaders, and the fate of John D. Lee was a warning to them. They saw the church could no longer protect them, and so they fled here. It is possible that some of those old men down there were concerned in the Mountain Meadow Massacre." "It's the divvil's own set they are, to be sure." "They have never hesitated to shed blood, and our lives will not be worth a pinch of snuff if we fall into their hands." "Pwhat are we goin' to do?" "That remains to be seen. For the present, we seem to be safe where we are. It is plain this cave extends through a spur of the mountain, and we are looking out on a side far from where we entered. It is also possible that, even now, some of these creatures may be climbing to the other entrance." "Howly shmoke!" "I said possible, not probable. I am trusting much to Old Solitary." The boys lay there a long time, talking and peering down into the village of the Danites. They did not see a lithe, agile figure that was climbing in their direction. At length, having climbed as far as possible, this figure reached a stopping place, still below and at one side. "Great shnakes!" gasped Barney, clutching Frank's arm. "Will yez take a look at thot!" He pointed toward the figure. "Caesar's ghost! It is Miskel!" "Pwhat is she doin' there, me b'y?" "She seemed to be looking this way. I wonder if she has seen us here?" "Oi dunno." "She acts as if she has." "Thot she does." "She is hidden from the camp below by that mass of bowlders beside her, and she acts as if she were trying to keep out of sight of them down there." "Pwhat's thot she has in her hand?" "A bow. That is a perfect picture of the nymph Diana." "Ay she ounly had some hounds an' a stag at hand." "See--she has taken an arrow from a quiver at her back, and she seems to be attaching something to it. By the way she looks up here I should say she is measuring the distance with her eye, to see if she can make the arrow reach." It certainly looked that way, and the boys watched her every movement with the keenest interest, still keeping as far concealed as possible. Once Miskel lifted the bow and drew it taut, but something did not satisfy her, and she lowered it. After some moments the bow was lifted again, and then the arrow sailed upward through the air. "It's coming!" Both boys dodged.