"He showed nothing but a thirst for information when I pointed out Grant's Leap—the place where General Grant hopped to safety with three Apache arrows sticking in the fulness of his pants.
"'Why!' says Percival, 'I never heard that General Grant was out in this country.'
"I shook my head wise. 'No,' says I; 'he kept it dark.'
"'Nothing against his good name, I hope?' says he, anxious.
"'Not at all,' says I, warm. 'He done it to oblige a friend—it was told me in confidence, so I can't say more.'
"Just then we made a turn that brought Grant's Leap into better view. I'd thought it was a narrer slit, but it 'ud be a good horse-pistol that could carry across.
"'General Grant must have been very agile as a young man,' says
Percival.
"'Not at all,' says I. 'It ain't mor'n fifty feet, and that was before he was all wore out runnin' for the Presidency.'
"'Oh, I see,' says Percival. 'Don't think I meant to doubt you.'
"'I didn't,' says I, my conscience biting me again.