opposite side. "Well, that's the water that comes through the cave over
the cascade, and that I expicted to swim out by, and I'm going to find out
what me chances were."




CHAPTER XIII.

IN THE NICK OF TIME.


Leaving his mustang in charge of Fred, the Irishman turned to the right,
and followed the stream into the rocks. The course was so winding that he
speedily disappeared from sight. The boy, who was compelled to sit still
and await his return, at perhaps the most dangerous portion of the road,
felt anything but comfortable over the erratic proceeding of his friend.
But, fortunately, the latter had been gone but a short time when he
reappeared, hurrying forward as if somebody was at his heels.

"It's all right," he remarked, as he sprang into the saddle, took up the
reins, and started on. "I think the Apaches are there, though I can't be
sartin; but I found out what I wanted to l'arn."

Then he explained that he followed up the stream to the place where it
came from beneath the rocks, which formed a part of the wall of the cave,
where a curious fact attracted his attention. In its passage beneath the
stone the tunnel widened and flattened, so that, where it shot forth to
the sunlight again, its width was some twenty feet, and its depth only a
few inches. The appearance it presented was very much like that of the