"Lat pletty goodee—or pletty badee, so be!" exclaimed Hop, under his breath, "Me findee Misler Wild pletty quickee. But um bad Melican mans gottee him, so be."
Keeping out of sight, he lay flat at the top of the cliff and saw the excited outlaws as they moved about in the hole below him.
The distance was about forty feet, but Hop soon discovered a way to get down, or nearly all the distance, anyhow.
But he did not intend to risk doing it just then.
The excited voices of the men came to his ears, and he was not long in making out that they were talking about a man that had just been shot as he went out to get the body of a comrade.
From his position he could see about all there was to be seen in the fissure.
There was the grave the villains had placed the two bodies in, and which they had started to fill.
He counted ten men there, too, and he shook his head when he found there were so many of them.
"Misler Wild allee samee in um bad box, so be," he muttered. "Me better go tell Misler Jim, so be."
Having decided upon this plan of action, he crawled away from the edge of the cliff and made his way down into the pass.