“Who’s there?” Connie shouted across the chasm.
There was no answer. With head bent low, the man fled into the dense bushes which lined the narrow trail.
CHAPTER XVII
A Night Prowler
“Who was that fellow?” Cecil asked in a frightened whisper. “Why did he run when you called?”
“I don’t know,” the girl answered. “We’ll find out.”
She urged Silvertail down the steep trail.
“Wait,” protested Cecil in alarm. “We’re unarmed, and there’s no telling who that man may be. Maybe we ought to call off this trip.”
“You and Helena ride back to the ranch,” Connie urged. “I’m going over there.”
“Then we’ll stay with you,” declared Helena with surprising courage. “After all, this was our idea.”
The horses picked their way slowly and cautiously down the steep path. Soon they reached the bottom of the canyon and began the ascent. Connie kept her eyes on the trail above them which circled the cliff. She had seen no sign of anyone moving about.