He was soon satisfied that the Indians were nowhere within sight, and taking advantage of the high position he occupied, he turned the glass in the other direction, to scan the way they were about to go.
All there was utterly silent and desolate. There were the rocks everywhere, hardly relieved by a patch of green, and he was about to descend and start the mules, when he caught sight of Cyril hurrying back toward him, and signing to him to stay where he was.
“What is it?” he cried, as he saw the boy’s anxious face.
“Look up to your left, sir, just above where that big rock sticks out just as if it must fall.”
“Yes, I see,” said the colonel; “with another just above.”
“That’s it, sir. Look just between those two blocks.”
“Yes, I have the place.”
“Well, sir, there are two Indians there watching us.”
“No, my lad, there are no Indians there. Take the glass and look for yourself.”
Cyril snatched the glass, directed it to the steep, precipitous side of the gorge, and then uttered an ejaculation full of annoyance.