You'll find him right up there near that second light, where the coyote opens up.

He's grilling the life out of half a dozen men in the chamber, where he found the dynamite on top of the powder instead of under it." "All right!" called back Howland, starting up among the rocks.

Hardly had he taken a dozen steps when a dark object shot out behind him and, fell with crushing force on his head.

With, a groaning cry he fell forward on his face.

For a few moments he was conscious of voices about him; he knew that he was being lifted in the arms of men, and that after a time they were carrying him so that his feet dragged on the ground.
After that he seemed to be sinking down--down--down--until he lost all sense of existence in a chaos of inky blackness..