CHAPTER VI.
From One Peril to Another
"I am lost! Nothing can save me!"
Such was the agonizing thought which rushed into Allen Winthrop's mind as he felt himself plunging madly downward to the glittering waters far beneath him.
It must be confessed that the otherwise brave young ranchman was fearfully frightened at the dreadful peril which confronted him. He and his faithful mare were going down, and certain death seemed inevitable.
"Heaven help me!" he murmured to himself, and shutting his teeth hard, clung grimly to the saddle.
Out of the sunlight into the gloom and mist below descended horse and rider.
Scarcely two seconds passed and then, with a resounding splash, the animal and its living burden disappeared beneath the surface of the river and out of the sight of the rascals on the opposite side of the canyon.
