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If he had used caution before, now he strained every nerve to force
himself to creeping stealth and to sensitiveness of ear. He crawled
along so hidden that he could not use his eyes except to aid himself in
the toilsome progress through the brakes and ruins of cliff-wall. Yet
from time to time, as he rested, he saw the massive red walls growing
higher and wilder, more looming and broken. He made note of the fact
that he was turning and climbing. The sage and thickets of oak and
brakes of alder gave place to piñon pine growing out of rocky soil.
Suddenly a low, dull murmur assailed his ears. At first he thought it
was thunder, then the slipping of a weathered slope of rock. But it was
incessant, and as he progressed it filled out deeper and from a murmur
changed into a soft roar.
“Falling water,” he said. “There’s volume to that. I wonder if it’s the
stream I lost.”
The roar bothered him, for he could hear nothing else. Likewise,
however, no rustlers could hear him. Emboldened by this and sure that
nothing but a bird could see him, he arose from his hands and knees to
hurry on. An opening in the piñons warned him that he was nearing the
height of slope.
He gained it, and dropped low with a burst of astonishment. Before him
stretched a short cañon with rounded stone floor bare of grass or sage
or tree, and with curved, shelving walls. A broad rippling stream
flowed toward him, and at the back of the cañon waterfall burst from a
wide rent in the cliff, and, bounding down in two green steps, spread
into a long white sheet.
If Venters had not been indubitably certain that he had entered the
right cañon his astonishment would not have been so great. There had
been no breaks in the walls, no side cañons entering this one where the
rustlers’ tracks and the cattle trail had guided him, and, therefore,
he could not be wrong. But here the cañon ended, and presumably the
trails also.
“That cattle trail headed out of here,” Venters kept saying to himself.
“It headed out. Now what I want to know is how on earth did cattle ever
get in here?”
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