“What shall we do?”
The two men stood silent, and debating the question with themselves. Neither had the remotest doubt of there being unbounded wealth lying within a few feet of them, and they were determined to reach it by some means or other.
As they stood looking about them, as if in search of something that would suggest help, the trapper started, and pointed toward the trees and woods, a short distance away.
“We’ll git in thar,” he said; “it ain’t the time of year fur bark to peel good, but thar ar’ vines thar.”
The next minute both were running at full speed toward the trees, where good fortune awaited them. There was found any quantity of grape-vines, which, by the aid of their knives, were speedily trimmed into the proper size and length.
They were not as flexible as could be desired, but, with the assistance of powerful muscles, they could be made to answer their purpose.
There was considerable to be overcome before they could hope for success. It was agreed that Teddy should leave his rifle behind upon the rocks, so as not to be encumbered with it, while he should grasp the vine in his powerful hands and lower himself to the table, when he could let go of his support, and be free to make his explorations. When he chose to ascend to terra firma again, he could do so by means of the vine, as he proposed to use it in descending in the cañon.
All this presupposed the fastening of the upper end of the vine, as it would be rather a too difficult task for old Stebbins to act the part of windlass.
By twisting it around a projecting point of the rock, this was finally accomplished, and then Teddy prepared for his descent.
He let himself carefully over the edge of the chasm, and the next moment was dangling over the cañon, with the trapper anxiously watching his movements.