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Rh sucking, seething past, while the cold, damp wind that blew through the cañon as through a chimney, chilled them to the bone.

Harvey replenished the fire. There was no need to save wood now. They had only to wait for daylight to pick their way down to the cañon floor and up through the débris to the mesa trail if they decided on that way out and it proved still feasible. They had nothing more to fear from the Apaches. The bucks had gone on their last war-trail. Nothing living on the bottom of Stone Men Cañon or on that of the main cañon for a considerable distance could possibly have survived that deluge. And only the buzzards would ever count the dead.