Only a few rods of it could be seen.

This trail was passable, even though choked with snow.
But the depth beyond this wall seemed to fascinate Slone and hold him back, used as he was to desert trails.

Then the clean mark of Wildfire's hoof brought back the old thrill.
"This place fits you, Wildfire," muttered Slone, dismounting.
He started down, leading Nagger.

The mustang followed.

Slone kept to the wall side of the trail, fearing the horses might slip.