Going down he did not find himself attended by such fears as had beset him in the climb; still, he was not easy in mind and could not occupy himself with plans of moving the girl and his outfit until he had descended to the notch.

There he rested a moment and looked about him.

The pass was darkening with the approach of night.

At the corner of the wall, where the stone steps turned, he saw a spur of rock that would serve to hold the noose of a lasso.

He needed no more aid to scale that place.