Suddenly we came upon Jones, standing under a cliff, with his neck craned to a desperate angle.
"Now, what's that ?" demanded he, pointing upward.
High on the cliff wall appeared a small, round protuberance.

It was of the unmistakably red color of the other tombs; and Wallace, more excited than he had been in the cougar chase, said it was a sepulcher, and he believed it had never been opened.
From an elevated point of rock, as high up as I could well climb, I decided both questions with my glass.

The tomb resembled nothing so much as a mud-wasp's nest, high on a barn wall.

The fact that it had never been broken open quite carried Wallace away with enthusiasm.
"This is no mean discovery, let me tell you that," he declared.

"I am familiar with the Aztec, Toltec and Pueblo ruins, and here I find no similarity.