My first knowledge that I was on the wrong trail came when I heard the

yells of the pursuing savages suddenly grow fainter and fainter far off

to my left.

I knew then that they had passed to the left of the jagged rock

formation at the edge of the plateau, to the right of which my horse

had borne me and the body of Powell.

I drew rein on a little level promontory overlooking the trail below

and to my left, and saw the party of pursuing savages disappearing

around the point of a neighboring peak.

I knew the Indians would soon discover that they were on the wrong

trail and that the search for me would be renewed in the right

direction as soon as they located my tracks.

I had gone but a short distance further when what seemed to be an

excellent trail opened up around the face of a high cliff. The trail

was level and quite broad and led upward and in the general direction I

wished to go. The cliff arose for several hundred feet on my right,

and on my left was an equal and nearly perpendicular drop to the bottom

of a rocky ravine.

I had followed this trail for perhaps a hundred yards when a sharp turn

to the right brought me to the mouth of a large cave. The opening was

about four feet in height and three to four feet wide, and at this

opening the trail ended.

It was now morning, and, with the customary lack of dawn which is a

startling characteristic of Arizona, it had become daylight almost

without warning.

Dismounting, I laid Powell upon the ground, but the most painstaking

examination failed to reveal the faintest spark of life. I forced

water from my canteen between his dead lips, bathed his face and rubbed

his hands, working over him continuously for the better part of an hour

in the face of the fact that I knew him to be dead.

I was very fond of Powell; he was thoroughly a man in every respect; a

polished southern gentleman; a staunch and true friend; and it was with

a feeling of the deepest grief that I finally gave up my crude

endeavors at resuscitation.

Leaving Powell's body where it lay on the ledge I crept into the cave

to reconnoiter. I found a large chamber, possibly a hundred feet in

diameter and thirty or forty feet in height; a smooth and well-worn

floor, and many other evidences that the cave had, at some remote

period, been inhabited. The back of the cave was so lost in dense

shadow that I could not distinguish whether there were openings into

other apartments or not.

As I was continuing my examination I commenced to feel a pleasant

drowsiness creeping over me which I attributed to the fatigue of my

long and strenuous ride, and the reaction from the excitement of the

fight and the pursuit. I felt comparatively safe in my present

location as I knew that one man could defend the trail to the cave

against an army.




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