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Across Dead Cow Creek they rode, following the stream up French

Canon to what was known as the Narrows. Here the great rock

walls, nearly two thousand feet high, came so close together as

to leave barely room for a footpath beside the creek which boiled

down over great bowlders. Unexpectedly, there opened in the wall

a rock fissure, and through this Arlie guided her horse.

The Texan wondered where she could be taking him, for the fissure

terminated in a great rock slide some two hundred yards ahead of

them. Before reaching this she turned sharply to the left, and

began winding in and out among the big bowlders which had fallen

from the summit far above.