d that Galloway's whole scheme was to smuggle a lot of arms and
ammunition south and across the border, selling to the Mexicans. But
from what little he could tell Chavez and from what we found out for
ourselves, the whole play became pretty obvious. No, Galloway hasn't
been talking and he has been playing as safe as a man can upon such
business as this. His luck was against him, that's all, when the
Indian died and insisted on being rung out by the San Juan bells.
There's always that little element of chance in any business,
legitimate or otherwise. . . . And now, if you'll finish your
breakfast I'll show you a view you'll never forget and then we'll hit
the trail."

"But, Mr. Lane," she asked, "you don't intend to leave him here all
alone? He will get well with the proper attention; but be must have
that."

"Within another hour or so," Norton told her, "Tom Cutter will be back
with one of Brocky's cowboys. They'll move Lane into a canon on the
other side of the mountain. Oh, I know he oughtn't to be moved, but
what else can we do? Besides, Brocky insists on it. Then they'll
arrange to take care of him; if necessary you'll come out again
to-morrow night?"

"Of course," she said. She went to Brocky and held out her hand to
him. "I understand now, I think, why you would refuse to die, no
matter how badly you were hurt, until you had helped Mr. Norton finish
the work you have set your hands to. It's an honor, Mr. Lane, to have
a patient like you."

Whereupon Brocky Lane grew promptly crimson and tongue-tied.

"And now the view, Mr. Norton, and I am ready to go."

He led the way to the outer ledge from which last night they had
entered the cave.

"In daylight you can see half round the world from here," he said as
they stood with their backs to the rock. "Now you can get an idea of
what it's like."

Below her was the chasm formed by these cliffs standing sheer and
fronting other tall cliffs looming blackly, the stars beginning to fade
in the sky above them. Norton pushed a stone outward with his boot;
she heard it strike, rebound, strike again . . . and then there was
silence; when the falling stone reached the bottom no sound came back
to tell her how far it had dropped.

Turning a little to look southward, she saw the cliffs standing farther
and farther back on each side so that the eye might travel between them
and out over the lower slopes and the distant stretches of level land
which, more n