There occurred a sudden rattle of fine stone from above that pelted down on the rocks like a volley from a gatling gun.
"Crash!"
A heavy body landed in a broad-topped tree that grew out of a deep fissure in the rocks some twenty paces to the south of them. Then sudden silence in the tree.
Up above them they could hear the Indians chattering volubly, but so far away were they that the outlaws could make nothing of what they were saying, nor could any of the men have understood them if they had heard them.
"What the—" began Texas.
Frank pushed his elbow viciously into the outlaw's ribs, to silence him.
"What do you make of that?" whispered Tony.
"Somebody's gone over the cliff. Or something has—I don't know."
"In that tree?"
"Yes. Wait till they go away up there."