What's that down below, Matt? Houses, by Jingo! Well, don't
that beat hell?--all the comforts of home."
"Two big cabins," explained Moore, rather proud of his knowledge.
"Carted the logs in from ol' Baldy, more'n forty miles. One is the
bunk-house; the other is whar Mendez stops when the ol' cuss is yere.
Creep up a bit an' I'll show yer how the trail runs. Don't be afeerd;
nobody kin see yer from down below."
"All right, son, where is it?"
"It starts at the foot o' that boulder," indicating with his finger,
"an' goes along the shelf clear to the end; then thar's a drop ov maybe
five feet to that outcroppin' o' rock just below. It's wider than it
looks to be from yere. After that yer can trace it quite a spell with
yer eyes, kinder sidlin' ter the left, till yer come to that dead root
ov a cedar. Then thar's a gap or two that ain't over easy, an' a slide
down ter another shelf. Yer can't miss it, cause there's no other way
ter go."
"And what's at the bottom?"
"Them huts, an' the mouth of a damn big cave just behind 'em.
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