In less than a quarter of an hour they stood a hundred feet from the actual base of the cliff, and Buck turned to his friend.
“See that patch up there,” he said, pointing at a spread of reddish surface which seemed to be minutely studded with white specks. “Guess a peek at it won’t hurt. Seems to me it’s about ten or twelve feet up. Guess ther’ ain’t need for two of us climbin’ that way. You best wait right here, an’ I’ll git around again after a while.”
The Padre surveyed the patch, and his eyes twinkled.
“Ten or twelve feet?” he said doubtfully. “Twenty-five.”
“May be.”
“You think it’s——?”
Buck laughed lightly.
“Can’t say what it is—from here.”
The other sat down on an adjacent rock.