CHAPTER XXX
A RESCUE UNDER DIFFICULTIES
"Nothing here, cap'n."
It was Boxer the scout who spoke. For two hours he, Ben, and Luke Striker had been examining the trail running along the cliff. They could find footprints without number, but no trace of Larry.
"He must have gone somewhere," replied Ben, who could not bring himself to give up the hunt. "He wasn't spirited away. I've a good mind to make a hunt at the bottom of the cliff."
"As you will, cap'n. But, remember, this air side o' the valley is full of rebs, and if they catch us—"
"We must be on our guard. Boxer."
"I've got my eyes wide open," put in Luke. "I reckon on it as how I can see as far as any on 'em, too."
The walk to the cliff had not been accomplished without difficulty. Twice had they come close to
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