“I suppose you’re willing for me to try it?”
The fellow looked over again.
“Go ahead!” he said, setting his jaws together. “I’ve got to git down out of this in some way.”
Helping himself, Juniper Joe slid over the edge of the notch, aided by the scout, the latter supporting him as he released his grip on the rock and dangled in midair.
It was a fine exhibition of muscular strength, when Buffalo Bill lowered the heavy body of Juniper Joe slowly down from the notch, letting it slide against the cañon wall.
There was a shelf below; and when Juniper Joe had gained that the scout directed him to cast off the noose.
“I’m coming down,” he announced. “But,” he warned, “no tricks! My pards are over there, you see; and they wouldn’t stand for treachery on your part.”
“Oh, I ain’t intendin’ any,” Juniper Joe growled back.
The scout swung out and lowered himself to the shelf.