It did not take us long to reach the summit. The Indians did not attempt to follow us, but spread out under shelter, satisfied apparently to have us surrounded. In a short time the upper party of braves had joined forces with our pursuers.
Before we had fairly reached the top the rain swept down the mountain valley, giving us protection from the marksmanship of the enemy.
"This place is all right," said Jim, "we could stand them off for a hundred years if we had food and water."
"Yes," I joined in, "it is like a regular fort only we can't get the horses up."
"We will see to that later," returned Jim, "let's examine these rocks."
We left our horses below and crawled up a narrow trail between two rocks and found on top a depression with stones surrounding it, in which grew some bushes and scattered tufts of grass.
"Here is a good place for shelter," suggested Jim.
"It certainly is," I acquiesced.
There was a big flat rock supported on two others and room for us to crawl under if we stooped down. Underneath was a large enough space for our camp, the ground covered with clean gravel.
"This will be our bedroom," I proposed.