He had heard Wild say that the spot where the hidden cave was located was only about a mile from the camp, so that made a nice, little walk for him. The fact was that Hop did not mind walking, anyhow. He was in the saddle so much that it was a relief to get the opportunity to walk around once in a while. Reaching the pass, he took a good look at the sign and gave a nod of approval. Hop had learned to read English pretty well, though he could not speak it with any great degree of accuracy. But he did not want to do any better than what he did in that line, for his style just suited him. "Make pay allee samee toll, so be," he said, musingly. "Whattee lat?" That was just a little too much for him. But he was not going to let it worry him any, so he started through the pass without any further delay. The trail made by our friends was very plain in places, and Hop took notice of this fact. He walked along leisurely, taking in all he saw, which was not a great deal, since there were nothing but cliffs and the blue sky above to be seen. He kept right on until finally he rounded a turn in the pass and saw Jim Dart and the girls about a hundred yards ahead. As they were gathered behind a big rock, as though hiding, he knew that something was wrong right away. Hop came to a pause. Though he wanted to know what was up, he felt that it would be best to go it alone, so he did not walk ahead and join them. While he stood back close to the cliff a revolver shot rang out. He saw Jim raise his head above the rock and take a quick look in the direction it came from, and then all was still. It so happened that Hop had got there just in time to hear the shot that ended the career of the fourth outlaw. The Chinaman did not know what it meant, so he looked for a way to get up close to Jim and the girls without being seen by them. If he went on through the narrow defile he could not do it. Then he looked up and, much to his satisfaction, he saw a place that could be climbed quite easily, he thought. He decided to go on up, and then work his way along until he was directly above those in waiting. Hop was quite agile for a Chinaman who did not like work a great deal. He was soon ascending the craggy way, and in less than two minutes he was at the top of the cliff. Once there he found that it was comparatively level, and he walked along fearlessly. But he could not help noticing that there was a fissure similar to that which formed the pass on the other side, and, being curious to see what was down there, he made his way to the edge. A smothered cry of astonishment came from the Chinaman's lips as he peered downward. It was the "hole," as the outlaws termed it, that Hop was looking into, and there was Young Wild West, tied to the post, in plain view! "Lat petty goodie--or petty bids, so be!" exclaimed Hop, under his breath, "Me finder Misler Wild petty quicken. But um bad Mexican mans goatee him, so be."