ell in a lump and snatched at
Van Shaw. He caught one arm and, panting, held onto it. The rest of Van
Shaw's body was hanging over the side of the ledge, and even in that
critical moment Bauer recalled his first view of Oraibi rock as the
wagons had come up from the Oraibi Wash and the Tolchaco party had
scanned through the field glass the inaccessible sides. But he was on
the opposite side now and how far it was below the place where he now
was he could not tell. Only he knew it must be a killing distance down
there in the dark that seemed to be reaching up black, heavy hands
pulling at Van Shaw's unconscious body, pulling at it harder and harder
every second. He could feel himself slipping down across the smooth
ledge which offered no place for his sliding feet. He was using his last
strength, but every second it seemed impossible. His lungs were
bursting. The red taste of hot blood was in his mouth; he had a confused
thought that he could let go of Van Shaw's arm any time, but he did not
let go. He was slipping, slipping down, pulled inch by inch by those
strong black hands of the dark down there, but still he clung and sobbed
"God, save us!"

And then Elijah Clifford's voice called to him.

"I'm coming, Bauer, I'm coming."

The voice gave Felix one more ounce of strength. He exerted it, was
conscious that someone was down there with him farther off at the side
of the ledge, then his hold loosened, everything turned black and he did
not know any more.

When he came to himself he was lying on one of the seats of the little
chapel. Anxious white, frightened faces were all about him. He was dimly
aware of Mr. and Mrs. Douglas and Mr. and Mrs. Masters and Elijah
Clifford and Miss Gray and Helen and a group of tourists, one of whom he
heard Mr. Douglas call "doctor." He seemed to feel conscious of another
body that was lying on a bench near him, the body of Van Shaw, and as it
stirred and groaned, he had an undefined feeling of thankfulness that he
was still alive and that no murder had been committed. And then the hot
taste of blood came into his mouth and he knew his hemorrhage had come
on again.

He was too weak to talk and felt irritated at the hubbub about him. But
cots were soon provided and he and Van Shaw and Helen were carried down
the trail to their tents, where a curious and interested group soon
gathered. Van Shaw had broken his shoulder and one leg. The doctor was
not certain about other and internal in