“Well, we will have to fight our way out,” said Frank, desperately.
Then a happy thought seemed to strike him.
“But first let us see if there is not some other method of leaving the place,” he cried.
“Bejabers, I don’t think that,” cried Barney, looking doubtfully at the high surrounding cliffs.
“Perhaps not!”
However, Frank turned the Horse about and began to make a circle of the enclosure.
But everywhere the cliffs seemed to present the same impregnable face.
There did not seem a crevice anywhere by which one could have hoped to crawl out of the place.
It was a hopeless outlook.
There seemed no other way but to fight a way out through the pass.