It came from beyond another of those walls of rock which seemed to bar his way, creeping up over it as though the fire were just on the other side.

With his rifle half to his shoulder Rod stole through the break in this wall.

At its farther end he peered out cautiously, exposing his face an inch at a time.
Wider and wider became his vision.

There was no trail ahead.

The outlaw and his captive were behind the rock! With his rifle now full to his shoulder Rod stepped boldly forth and whirled to the left.