plain. I was
in a feverish state of suspense lest he might suspect design; but was
relieved on seeing him step aside--while the shuffling grating noise
from behind admonished me, that he was once more letting himself down
over the edge of the platform.

The crowd had already closed around Sure-shot, who appeared to be
expostulating with the chief--as if offering some explanation of his
failure. I did not wait to witness the _denouement_. Raising my elbow,
and giving my arm a quick jerk, I heard the thong snapping asunder; and
saw the broken ends spring out from their folds. Another wrench set my
right arm free; and then, clutching the loosened coils, I unwound them
with as much rapidity, as if I had been freeing myself from the embrace
of a serpent! Not one of the Indians saw what I was about, till after I
had undone my fastenings. Their eyes had been turned upon Sure-shot--
with whom they appeared to be engaged in some angry altercation. It was
only after I had sprung to one side, and stood clear of the crucifix,
that I heard their ejaculations of astonishment, followed by a wild
continuous yelling.

I stayed not to note what they were doing. I merely glanced towards
them, as I turned away; and perceived that they were still fixed to
their places, as if petrified by surprise! The moments were precious;
and, bounding across the platform, I leaped down upon the opposite side.

There was a little shelf about six feet below the summit. I found it
occupied by the indigenous artist. He was seated upon the edge, with
his legs hanging over. His back was towards me; and he was only
apprised of what had transpired by seeing me as I sprang to his side.
He had already heard the yells from the other side; and was about to get
to his feet, at the moment I dropped down behind him. He was too late
for the accomplishment of his purpose. I saw that he was unarmed; but
was apprehensive that by flinging himself upon me, he might hold or
delay me. I hesitated not as to what I should do. Bushing forward, I
planted my foot against his shoulder, and giving his body a violent
impulsion, projected it clear over the edge. I saw it striking upon the
angular prisms, and bounding from block to block--till it sunk out of
sight amidst the tortuous branches of the cedars. I ran down the
sloping path--taking many yards at a step.

Not far off, was my horse--with that of Wingrove, and the mules. They
formed a little group--but no