We passed to the right, and, having found a practicable place for attempting the ascent, accomplished the feat in a few moments.
On the flat summit we found the remains of former fires that had undoubtedly been lighted as signals. The view was grand and extensive. Directly to the north lay many verdant valleys—grazing-grounds of the nomadic Navajos. One of these valleys lay at the foot of the mountain upon which we stood, with a bright stream of water crossing its hither border. Well out in the valley were several flocks of sheep and goats, and close to the opposite side of the brook was a herd of ponies.
After Frank had looked long and anxiously towards the flocks and herds, he said: "Those specks near the ponies must be men, I suppose. I wonder if Henry is among them? Shall I make the signal?"
"Not yet. It is not yet noon. Let us lie down among these rocks, where we shall be less conspicuous, and use the field-glass."
"Tell me what you see, sir, if you please."
"There are five large flocks of sheep in the charge of a lot of women, some mounted and some on foot. The pony herd, which must number several hundred, is in charge of three naked Indians—boys, I think. There are no other persons in sight. Take a look for yourself."
Frank accepted the glass and surveyed the valley. "I can see nothing that looks like Henry," he said. "He certainly cannot be there. Why are those boys so ghostly white?"
"They are covered with yeso to protect them from sunburn."
"Oh yes—whitewash."
"Gypsum. The Mexicans use it for whitewash, and to preserve the complexion."