The ascent of the other side was difficult, but the men put forth their

best efforts, and ere they were aware found themselves before the

gateway in the rocks, where the woman still awaited them. She silently

beckoned them to enter.

Emerging from a narrow pass some six feet in length, they found

themselves in a circular basin, about two hundred feet in diameter,

surrounded by perpendicular walls of rock from one hundred to five

hundred feet in height. The bottom of the basin was level as a floor and

covered with a luxuriant growth of grass, while in the centre a small

lake, clear as crystal, reflecting the blue sky which seemed to rise

like a dome from the rocky walls, gleamed like a sapphire in the

sunlight. Sheer and dark the walls rose on all sides, but at one end of

the basin, where the rocks were more rough and jagged, a silver stream

fell in glistening cascades to the bottom, where it disappeared among

the rocks.

For a moment the men, lost in admiration of the scene, forgot that they

were in the den of a notorious band of outlaws, but a second glance

recalled them to the situation, for on all sides of the basin were

caves leading into the walls of rock, and evidently used as dwellings.

To one of these the woman now led the way. At the entrance a man lay on

the ground, his heavy stertorous breathing proclaiming him a victim of

some sleeping potion. The woman regarded him with a smile of amusement.

"I made him sleep, Señor," she said, addressing Mr. Britton, "so he will

not trouble you."

Still leading the way into the farther part of the cave, she came to a

low couch of skins at the foot of which she paused. Pointing to the

figure outlined upon it, she said, calmly,-"He sleeps also, Señor, but sound; so sound you will need have no fear

of waking him!"

Her words aroused a strange suspicion in Mr. Britton's mind. The light

was so dim he could not see the sleeper, but a lantern, burning low,

hung on the wall above his head. Seizing the lantern, he turned on the

light, holding it so it would strike the face of the sleeper. It was the

face of José Martinez, but the features were drawn and ghastly. He bent

lower, listening for his breath, but no sound came; he laid his hand

upon his heart, but it was still.

Raising himself quickly, he threw the rays of the lantern full upon the

woman standing before him, a small crucifix clasped in her hands. Under

his searching gaze her face grew pale and ghastly as that upon the

couch.

"You have killed him!" he said, slowly, with terrible emphasis.




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