CHAPTER IX .-- The Tree On The Peak.
They hastened on now with their eyes fixed on the tree.

A minute later an exclamation broke from Dave, who was ahead, and the others on joining him saw that the great wall of rock had been split as if by an earthquake.

The opening was not more than ten yards wide, and on looking up a narrow line of sky appeared between the walls of rock.

Looking the other way, they saw that the tree on the hill bore exactly on the middle peak, the Indian village lying just in the same line halfway up the hill.
"Here is the place, sure enough," Dave said; "there can't be no mistake about it; it is just as the map made it, the tree on the middle peak and the line from them going right into this Canyon.

Look, boys, there is a stream comes down here in the wet season, and runs into the one in the middle of the valley.