Then we stood on the ledge in front of the mouth of the cave, watching Nebraska and Taylor.
They were coming for all they were worth, shooting as they ran and keeping the bunch of Toltecs at a respectable distance, though the Toltecs were running parallel with them, trying to bring them down with arrows.
"Nebraska and Taylor made the bridge.

They had got about half way over when a dozen or so of the Toltecs threw themselves at the end of the bridge which rested on the village side of the canyon, grabbed hold of it, and pulled it off the ledge on our side.

I yelled to the boys and jumped for the end of the bridge.

But I was too late.

The bridge balanced for an instant, and then the end on which the boys were standing started to sink.