But though he found it, because of the darkness, he was unable to make any headway, ignorant of the lay of the land as he was and, at last, he was forced to abandon his attempts to rescue Comanche Tony, deciding to wait till daylight should come.
TIED TO THE STAKE.
When Comanche Tony had glided from his companions at the bend of the canyon, little did he think what was in store for him.
Stung to the quick by the unjustified slur of the brother of the bandit-chieftain, he was fiercely resentful, muttering to himself as he dodged from rock to rock.
Silently, stealthily, the wily old bandit drew nearer and nearer to the fire.
But he was labouring under a disadvantage that was to be his undoing.
Constantly was he looking at the two fires as he advanced and their glare so blinded him that he was unable to see aught at either side of them.
But the crouching forms that lurked in the shadows of the cliffs were not so handicapped because their backs were toward the flames.