A VISITANT FROM THE SUN As by magic the uproar of the infuriated savages died away.

Gazing up from where I lay, my eyes beheld every face turned outward, every eye fastened upon that distant wall of rock.

Suddenly a strange cry arose, each throat giving utterance to the same sound as if in trained obedience to some recognized signal, and immediately every Indian lay prostrate, his face in the dust.

Gazing toward the spot they had watched so intently, I could perceive how the rose tints of the early sun flecked the upper extremity of the precipitous rock with spots of color, checkers of red and gold, while just below its lofty crest, seemingly touching the deep blue of the morning sky, hardly more than dim specks against the dull background of gray rock, appeared several moving black figures, and I could distinguish a series of flashes as if they waved blazing torches in welcome to the King of Day.
"_Sacre_! 'tis an uncanny sight," muttered my companion uneasily.
"Have yonder foul priests been given wings whereby they mount the very rock in their devil worship ?" "Hardly that," I returned tersely.

"There will be a footpath leading to the spot either from above or below." "True, perchance; yet 'tis not from above.