For several minutes the savages continued their talking, then their receding voices told the anxious outlaws on the ledge far below, that they were retracing their steps.
"We must find out what's in that tree," spoke up Frank with emphasis, after assuring himself that all the savages had left.
"Hadn't we better wait till daylight," suggested Comanche. "We'll break our necks or worse in this blackness."
"No. That's what the redskins are going to do. At the first touch of dawn the whole pack and parcel of them will be up on the edge of the cliff there peering down. We've got to act now and quickly for it's near morning."
"Yes, the dawn breaks all of a sudden up here," added Wild Bill.
But how to reach the tree was another matter. A wall of smooth perpendicular rock lay between them and the tree whose outlines they could only faintly make out in the darkness.
"A fly couldn't walk that," averred Harry with his usual facetiousness.
"No, we must find another way," agreed Frank.
"Anybody got any suggestions to make?"