Frank with a sudden thought in his mind was shading his eyes from the flaming torches and peering up into the shadows. There, more than ten feet above their heads, he saw the form of the little Indian maiden wedged in a crevice of rocks where she had evidently been hurled by the sudden explosion. The men shouted for pure joy. "Jump, you little devil," shouted Texas, "we'll catch you." "Paleface say well. Dew Drop no jump." "Not jump? Don't be afraid," reassured Frank. "Dew Drop um no jump. Um fast," she wailed. "She's wedged in between the rocks," yelled Tony. "Git a ladder somebody quick." Everybody laughed but it was evident that Tony in his excitement was in dead earnest. "Yes, how we going to git the gal down?" demanded Texas. "Can't one of you take a running jump and reach her?" cried Frank. "If my leg wasn't game I'd do it myself." "Yes, you would," sneered Tony. "You ain't no bird and neither be I. That's twelve feet if its one up there." "I've got an idee," interrupted Homely Harry. "I'll stand agin the wall and you fellers climb up on top of me, one top of tother. I've seen 'em do that in a circus once. We kin git her down that way." Frank shot an approving glance at him. "You're the only one in the bunch that's got a head on his shoulders about now I reckon. I ain't much on the climb, but try it and if you don't get her, I'll go to the top of the pile myself." The agile mountaineers formed a human pyramid in a moment with Texas as the top-mounter, Tony groaning beneath his weight and threatening every moment to give way sending the pyramid a bruised and broken wreck to the hard stone floor of the cave. It was with no little effort that they finally accomplished the feat of releasing the girl from her rocky prison. But once free she slid down the pyramid with the grace of a lofty tumbler. Tony and Texas came down rather less easily. "Now I want to know what this is all about?" demanded Frank when they once more had recovered themselves. "Yes, what devil's prank put this joint on the blink?" added Tony. "I've had some jars in my time, but I never did have such an all-fired bump as this one." "Me not know," answered Dew Drop hanging her head. "What were you and the bones doing when it happened?" urged Frank, pointing to the mangled remains of the medicine man. Dew Drop gazed at the horrid sight with emotionless eyes, then turned toward them. "Me make fire burn one--two times--" "Yes, yes," they chorused. "You put wood on the fire to make it bright," added Frank. The Indian girl nodded. "What then?" "Make fire more. "Then heap fire like sun. Dew Drop go sleep. Great Spirit get um. Dew Drop open eyes--see pale faces and um want see Dew Drop." Harry scratched his head. "Clear as the big Muddy in a spring freshet," agreed Tony. "Wait a minute," commanded Frank, raising a restraining hand. "You put one, two, three sticks on fire, then you put another?" Dew Drop nodded vigorously.