He shouted and fired his gun. In a few seconds there came an answering call, and a firebrand was waved in the air.
“That’s Bony’s voice,” cried Nat. “I can almost hear him cracking his knuckle bones.”
“Yes, but how are we to get down?” asked Jack. “I don’t see the sign of a trail.”
The next instant his horse answered the question for him by starting right down the side of the mountain, which at that point was composed of shaling stones, and quite smooth.
“Where you going?” cried Nat.
“I don’t know,” answered Jack. “My horse seems to want to take a slide.”
Then Nat’s steed followed the other, and a moment later the two lads, on the backs of their animals, were sliding, stumbling and slipping down the precipitous slope of the mountain.