From the other side he looked up again at Nagger and Slone, and, going on, he soon was out of sight in the cottonwoods.
"How to get down!" muttered Slone.
There was a break in the cliff wall, a bare stone slant where horses had gone down and come up.

That was enough for Slone to know.

He would have attempted the descent if he were sure no other horse but Wildfire had ever gone down there.

But Slone's hair began to rise stiff on his head.

A horse like Wildfire, and mountain sheep and Indian ponies, were all very different from Nagger.