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Eleven Thousand Feet Aloft

           Theanglesofthedeclivitieswidenedandtheledgesnarrowed,andfrightfulprecipicesmettheirgaze.Themuleswentcautiouslyalong,keepingtheirheadsneartheground,asifscentingthetrack.Theymarchedinfile.Sometimesatasuddenbendoftheroad,theMADRINAwoulddisappear,andthelittlecaravanhadtoguidethemselvesbythedistanttinkleofherbell.Oftensomecapriciouswindingwouldbringthecolumnintwoparallellines,andtheCATAPEZcouldspeaktohisPEONSacrossacrevassenottwofathomswide,thoughtwohundreddeep,whichmadebetweenthemaninseparablegulf.

           Glenarvanfollowedhisguidestepbystep.Hesawthathisperplexitywasincreasingasthewaybecamemoredifficult,butdidnotdaretointerrogatehim,rightlyenough,perhaps,thinkingthatbothmulesandmuleteerswereverymuchgovernedbyinstinct,anditwasbesttotrusttothem.

           ForaboutanhourlongertheCATAPEZkeptwanderingaboutalmostathaphazard,thoughalwaysgettinghigherupthemountains.Atlasthewasobligedtostopshort.Theywereinanarrowvalley,oneofthosegorgescalledbytheIndians"quebrads,"andonreachingtheend,awallofporphyryroseperpendicularlybeforethem,andbarredfurtherpassage.TheCATAPEZ,aftervainattemptsatfindinganopening,dismounted,crossedhisarms,andwaited.Glenarvanwentuptohimandaskedifhehadlosthisway.

           "No,yourLordship,"wasthereply.

           "ButyouarenotinthepassofAntuco."

           "Weare."

           "Youaresureyouarenotmistaken?"

           "Iamnotmistaken.

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