nothing of such treacherous places as this at least I did not know of them until a short while ago." And the man shuddered as the memory of his fearful experience flashed over him.
"It's one of the unpleasant things of the country," responded Paul, with a little laugh. "But how came you in it?" with a glance down at the spurs on the man's boots.
"I see you are looking at my spurs. Yes, I had a horse, but he is gone now."
"Gone! In the sink hole?" ejaculated Chet.
"No; he was stolen from me."
"Stolen!" Both boys uttered the word simultaneously.
"Yes. I was riding along when I came to a spot where I saw some flora which particularly interested me, for I am a botanist, although for pleasure only. I dismounted and tied my horse to a tree and climbed up to secure the specimens which were on a shelf of rock some thirty feet over my head. Soon I heard a clatter of horses hoofs as they passed along the road. I came down with my specimens to see who the riders were, but they had already passed on, taking my horse with them."
"The horse thieves!" cried Chet.
