"I am more than thankful for this," said Mark. "I couldn't have gone another step, try my best." At the camp they procured some provisions, not knowing how long the chase might continue. With them went two of the miners, one of whom had been an under-sheriff in Missouri. "We'll bring them to justice if it can be done," said this man, whose name was Peckham. Maybe Dixon had evidently gotten a fresh supply of yellow flowers, for the trail was strewn thickly with them, so it could be followed with ease. It led through the upper end of the mining camp and then over the rocks and along the bottom of the series of cliffs just mentioned. "This is certainly proving a long chase," said Andrew West, after several miles had been covered. "The rascals will have to rest some time," answered Mark. "Their horses will give out. Luckily ours are fresh." They kept on, and towards evening came to a spot where the cliffs were particularly rugged. They could see a long distance ahead and made out a figure on horseback, waving a hand in the air. "It's Maybe Dixon!" cried Si. "Perhaps he has lost the trail," came from Mark. "Oh, don't say that," came from Bob, in fresh alarm. "They couldn't throw him as easily as all that." As soon as he knew he was seen, Maybe Dixon rode his horse to a slight depression between the rocks, where he waited for the posse to come up. He was tired out, but his leathery face wore something of a smile. "Where are they?" demanded Mark. "Over yonder, in a cave," was the answer, and the old miner pointed out the place with his hand. "You saw them go in?" queried Bob. "I did, hosses an' all." "Has the cave a back opening?" questioned Si, quickly. "I don't think so, although I am not sartin." "We'll soon make sure," put in Andrew West. "I'll ride up on top of the cliffs and some of you can go with me." "I'll go," said Bob, promptly. "So will I," added Si. "I shall remain here with Maybe Dixon," said Mark. "And I think the others ought to remain too. Those fellows may make a break for liberty when we least expect it." "Mark is right," said Peckham. "They may be planning a break at this very minute." "Let us arrange a signal," said Maybe Dixon. "If either party wants help, fire three shots in rapid succession." So it was agreed; and a minute later the party to ascend the cliffs rode away, to where a narrow path led upward. "Be careful here, boys," warned Andrew West, who was in the lead. "A tumble might hurt you a good deal." The trail was by no means an easy one, and as they mounted higher and higher it seemed to grow more dangerous. A single slip of a horse's hoof and the rider would have been thrown down a distance of a hundred feet or more. "This is the kind of traveling I don't like," remarked Si, as he looked down to the rocks below and shivered. "Don't look down--keep your eyes on the trail," said Andrew West. "If you look down you may get dizzy and fall out of the saddle."