Selecting a convenient resting place, Jim had sat down, and for the second time, taking up his rifle, went over it carefully, testing the lock and cleaning and oiling the various parts. He gave the same attention to the other guns. When this was done, he went over the ammunition to see that it was all in order.
Then, having no further task to engage his attention, a drowsy spell appealing, he lay down upon a moss covered bed of nature’s fashioning, and was soon fast asleep. When he awoke he knew that a considerable interval had elapsed, and that the day was waning.
He looked toward the ship, but all was quiet there.
“It is time that Juarez was getting back,” he thought. “I hope that he hasn’t got into any trouble. And the boys, too, were coming ashore. But I suppose,” he added whimsically, “they had to wait till Berwick was satisfied that Manuel wasn’t anywhere around. I don’t see any signs of their coming,” again looking toward the yacht, “I think I will see if I can find Juarez.”
He had little difficulty in following Juarez’s trail as he had gone straight forward in the direction of the valley which skirted the peak or elevation for which he had started.
Although he was not apprehensive of an attack, Jim went forward cautiously, looking about him as he proceeded, with his gun ready for use in case of need. He had gone a little more than a quarter of the way to the cliff when the ground became rugged with large rocks and occasional deep crevices.
He became impressed at this point with the fancy that someone was about. He stood motionless, and himself hidden discovered that someone was in fact approaching. The man was moving slowly and seemingly without special caution. In the shadow of the underbrush Jim did not at first recognize that it was the steward whose movements he was observing. Then he knew that it was that individual.
Here was an opportunity perhaps to learn something of this suspected person, and intent on this object Jim stealthily followed in the other’s footsteps. He was mystified by his actions, for the steward seemed to have no definite motive in view. He moved slowly about in an erratic course, first in one direction then another, without apparent reason.
The precautions Jim would ordinarily have taken to keep a lookout about him were omitted, and of a sudden he was himself set upon by two muscular individuals who seemed to spring from space, and taken so entirely unawares, before he recognized his danger, his arms were pinioned. Notwithstanding his strenuous struggles he was quickly bound and a helpless captive.
He had had no opportunity even to get a look at his captors before he was blindfolded.