Only the narrow ridge separated us from another break.

It was up and down then for Satan, a work to which he manfully set himself.

Occasionally I saw Wallace and Jones, but heard them oftener.

All the time the breaks grew deeper, till finally Satan had to zigzag his way down and up.
Discouragement fastened on me, when from the summit of the next ridge I saw Frank far down the break, with Jones and Wallace not a quarter of a mile away from him.

I sent out a long, exultant yell as Satan crashed into the hard, dry wash in the bottom of the break.
I knew from the way he quickened under me that he intended to overhaul somebody.