A moment’s consideration decided the matter for him. Before the Navahos reached the platform he was out of sight in the thick bushes on the eastward side of the cave. Down the steep hill he went, stumbling, falling, receiving many bruises and cuts until his feet struck the bed of the ravine.
His absence from the platform that concealed the shaft of the cave did not surprise the leader of the savages. The red man supposed that the white friend of Raven Feather had gone underground to announce the coming of the reënforcements.
Myra Wilton had been too terrified to move from her position. She was trembling violently when the savages crowded about the platform. No move was made to seize or harm her.
Soon the fact that she was for the moment safe drove some of the fear from her face. Looking steadily at the handsome young brave who commanded the band, she pointed down the hill in the direction taken by the fleeing villain.
The Navaho was at first in doubt as what her action meant. But when it was repeated, with expressive addition, he nodded, and at once gave orders which sent two of the braves after Holmes.
After the braves had gone, the Indian leader tried the platform, and discovered that it was fastened. A frown came into his face. He looked at the girl, and said in Navaho: “Where is the great chief, Raven Feather?”
Myra pointed downward.
The young brave regarded her steadily for a moment, and then went to one side of the platform, felt under the rock, and found a concealed lever. Giving it a pull, the lock was released.
Now, standing on the ground beside the platform, the Indian, by signs, directed the girl to stand on the trap.
Her face paled, but she did not hesitate. Refusal would have availed her nothing. Before her was a score of savages, each armed to the teeth. She stepped forward, and the Indian came to her side. Down went the trap, and they descended, to find that the grotto was tenantless.