to his master.

"Ah cain't git his left laig out from the sturrup! This dead hoss is too
heavy fer me to shove over. Ef some one'll come down an' use a crow-bar
Ah reckon we-all kin manage it all right."

With all the tension and doubt of being of any use in this accident, Mr.
Brewster could not help thinking of Jeb's way of asking assistance--as
if he was in the kitchen of the house and told Sary to come downstairs
to entertain him.

Another man was lowered by means of a second rope, and as he came
opposite the dead horse, he called a halt on the pulley above. With his
crow-bar, he worked just as carefully as Jeb had done in loosening the
shale about the body. But the moment Jeb found he could extract the
crushed foot from the side that had been buried in the stone, the other
man ceased prodding, as one little prod too many might turn the whole
loose lava upon them again.

"Lower another rope fer the stranger!" shouted the hired man. And soon
the limp body was drawn slowly up to safety.

"What about the other one, Jeb?" shouted Mr. Brewster.

"Reckon he went on down, 'cuz his hoss is down thar. Shall Ah go on down
and see?"

"No! we-all can get down from the Devil's Causeway, without taking any
risks on this loose wall. Better see if you-all can find any papers or
wallet in the panniers of that horse."

Jeb then felt and brought forth a fine leather bag shaped like a
knap-sack. But he was not aware that most lawyers and professional men
in cities use similar bags. Then the word was given to hoist, and both
men were soon up beside the unconscious stranger.

While Mr. Brewster used first-aid on the stranger, several men of the
party started for the cleft back of the Cliffs from which one could get
down in to the gulch. In fact, it was the great flood of water that ran
from the back of the Cliffs that caused this deep washout, or gully.

Having taken hold of the unknown man and suddenly turned him so that he
hung limply over the back and shoulders of his carrier, Mr. Brewster
started his horse across the shale, and then turned in on the Cliff
trail. The sooner the unconscious man was treated the better, thought
the ranch-man.

Jeb and his men were left to help the others who, after having carefully
picked a way over the shale, would search in the gulch for any signs of
the second man.

By the time the would-be rescuers reached the place where the dead horse
was seen doubled up, moans attracted their attenti