The decoy was still in the place where he had set it.

The square of soiled and faded cotton had failed to tempt the cupidity of the savages, who knew that in the waggons they had captured were hundreds of such, clean and new, with far richer spoil besides.
"S'pose we still try that path, Frank.

It may lead us to the top arter all.

If they've bin up it they've long ago gone down agin; I kin tell by thar yelpin' around the waggons.

They've got holt of our corn afore this; and won't be so sharp in lookin' arter us." "Agreed," said Hamersley.
Without further delay the two scrambled out through the aperture, and, creeping along the ledge, once more stood in the hollow of the ravine, at the point of its separation into the forks that had perplexed them in their ascent.