I jumped my hoss up there tur'ble quick, and looked over, expectin' to see nothin' but mangled remains.

It was only about fifteen foot down, but I couldn't see bottom 'count of some brush.
"Are you all right ?" I yells.
"Yes, yes!" cries Larry, "but for the love of God, get down here as quick as you can." I hopped off my hoss and scrambled down somehow.
"Hurt ?" says I, as soon as I lit.
"Not a bit--look here." There was a dead cow with the Lazy Y on her flank.
"And a bullet-hole in her forehead," adds Larry.

"And, look here, that T 0 calf was bald-faced, and so was this cow." "Reckon we found our sleepers," says I.
So, there we was.

Larry had to lead his cavallo down the barranca to the main canon.

I followed along on the rim, waitin' until a place gave me a chance to get down, too, or Larry a chance to get up.