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high cliff rose menacingly to their right, bare of the slightest trace
of vegetation, while in the opposite direction the plain assumed a dead
level, mirages appearing occasionally in the far distance. Far away
ahead a strange buttress of rock rose into the sky resembling the
turret of a huge castle. The sun was directly overhead when Moore
turned his team suddenly to the left, and drove down a sharp declivity
leading into a ravine.
"Drop the canvas, Joe," he said shortly, "there's only 'bout a mile
more."
CHAPTER XVIII: IN MEXICAN POWER
The passage was so narrow, and so diversified by sharp turns, that Miss
Donovan, shut in behind the closed cover, could perceive little of its
nature. Apparently the ravine was a mere gash in the surface of the
desert plain, to be originally discovered purely through accident. One
might pass a hundred yards to either side, and never realise its
existence, the hard rock, covered by a thin layer of sand, retaining no
trace of wheel-marks in guidance. How Moore had ever driven so
unerringly to the spot was a mystery.
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