The trail wasn't three feet wide on the crest, and on either side the ridge fell away in precipices hundreds of feet deep.

One man, with plenty of ammunition, could have held it against a hundred thousand.
"It was the only way in to the hiding-place.

Three hours after I found the trail I was there, in a little mountain valley, a pocket in the midst of lava peaks.

The whole place was terraced for taro-patches, fruit trees grew there, and there were eight or ten grass huts.

But as soon as I saw the inhabitants I knew what I'd struck.