They crawled under low bushes and stumbled out, in what seemed at first a dazzle of light; into a small saucer-shaped plat of earth a few feet across, enclosed by an irregular oval made by great blocks of stone, man-high.

Below, a succession of little cliffs fell away, stair fashion, to an exceeding high and narrow gap which separated Little Thumb Butte from its greater neighbor, Big Thumb Butte.
"Castle Craney Crow," smiled Foy with a proprietary wave of his hand.
"Just right for our business, isn't it?
Make yourself at home, while I take a peep around about." He bent to peer through bush and crack.
"Nothing stirring," he announced.

He leaned his rifle against a walling rock.

"Let's have a look at that water." He raised the canteen to his lips.

Pringle struck swift and hard to the tilted chin.