lide down that gulch, it goes like the wind and buries
everything under its weight and bulk."

"All the same, I will feel that I am doing something to help--let's go!"

So Polly and her companion turned and ran back along the Rainbow Cliffs
trail, until they reached the spot whence they had called to Jeb. They
stopped for a moment to catch their breath, and while straining their
eyes towards the house, saw Mr. Brewster just leaving it.

His horse was waiting at the block, so both girls instantly began
shouting to attract his attention. He had keen hearing, and turned to
see what might be wrong in the direction of the Cliffs. When he saw the
two girls wildly beckoning him to come, he sprang into the saddle and
galloped the horse over the intervening space to meet them.

Their story was told in a few words, and Sam Brewster immediately
surmised who the riders were. He told the girls to go on to the house
and tell Mrs. Brewster to be ready with emergencies, in case either of
the travelers were found. Then he turned his horse and galloped to the
barns where he called several of the men to help in the rescue work.

Polly and Eleanor would have preferred to go back to the shale-fields
and watch the men, but they had to go where they could be of most
service in the case.

"Where shall we put them, mother, if father brings both back to the
house?" asked Polly.

"There is only one thing we can do, and that is to prepare the cots in
the harness-room for them. It is in times of need, like this, that I
wish we had a large house."

Down on the shale-fields, Jeb had crept to the edge of the gully and
peered over. Far, far below, where the stream roared over the rocks and
down waterfalls like a miniature Niagara, he saw one horse doubled up in
an unnatural heap. He surmised at once, that it was dead. But half-way
up he spied hoofs protruding from the shale, and to this spot he tried
to make his way.

As he thought, the rider was still entangled with the stirrups of the
horse and could not jump free when the accident had occurred.

By dint of working down, clinging like lichen to the shale surface, Jeb
reached the animal whose hoofs stuck pathetically upward. He carefully
scraped away the shale and exposed the head of a man. He could not say
whether the victim was alive or dead, and he dared not dig away more
shale, just then, or the whole side would begin to move again. Having
cleared the head so the man could breathe, if p