Eagle-eye halted, standing rigid, gazing off across the gorge.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" demanded the Professor. "Come
along. We shall need you."

"Me stay."

Professor Zepplin was angry. He was for trying to force the Indian to
accompany them.

"I would suggest that you let him remain where he is," said Tad. "We
shall need some one here to haul up the packs when we get them at the
bottom there. I'll leave my rope for him."

"Very well, just as you say. I hate to see even an Indian make such
an exhibition of himself," answered the Professor witheringly. "I
never supposed there were such cowards among the red men."

Tad handed his rope to Eagle-eye, at the same time telling the fellow
what he was to do. The party then scrambled down the rocks, soon
finding themselves on more secure footing by the side of the roaring
stream.

The mountain torrent was more of a reality to the boys now than had
been the case when they were gazing down upon it from the top of the
cliff.

"My, I'd hate to fall in there!" decided Stacy, edging away from the
flying spray that floated like a thin cloud along the edge of the