"Can't we climb up a trail lower down?" asked Ned.
"Ain't no trail this side of the wall by the river, and the river is just as bad as the wall. I reckon we'll stay here for a time at least."
The Pony Rider Boys looked at each other solemnly. Theirs was, indeed, a serious predicament, much more so than they realized.
CHAPTER XI
A TRYING TIME
For a moment following the announcement no one spoke.
The Professor gazed straight into the stern face of the guide, whose whiskers were still drooping.
"We are prisoners here? Is that it, Nance?" stammered Professor Zepplin.
"That's about it, I reckon. The trail's busted. There ain't no other way to get out that I know of and I reckon I know these canyons pretty well."
"Then what shall we do?"