CHAPTER VII.
Fortunately for our further exploration, there were rawhide reatas sufficiently long to reach the fifty-foot depth at which I had been suspended when attracted by the black spot, or shadow. And it was as much to conquer my own cowardly fears as to continue the work that I insisted upon being the one to make the second descent. But I will admit this—that I am no hero. I’ll admit that, remembering the narrowness of my previous escape, I was afraid when it came time to descend once more. I’m rather proud of the fact that I compelled myself to the test.
“You said about thirty yards to the left of where you were,” commented Wardy, “Well, I’ve measured that distance off along the edge of this cursed hole, and find that it brings us squarely up against the wall on that side. That i
