"Down there, and stone dead.

The last drop's most of a hundred feet," he said.
"But how did he get there ?" and Seaforth felt a little chill strike through him.
Alton grasped his arm, and his voice was harsher still.

"This is the second time." "Good Lord!" said Seaforth, who understood him, huskily.
"Well," said Alton, "I think the thing's quite plain.

If we could get down to the poor beast I figure we'd find something that had no business there under the girth or saddle.

The rest is simpler--a little coal oil or giant powder, and--just at the turning yonder--a lariat across the trail.