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were many places Nagger should not have been put to--where a slip meant a
broken leg. But Slone could not turn back. And something besides an
indomitable spirit kept him going. Again the sound resembling thunder assailed
his ears, louder this time. The plateau appeared to be ending in a series of
great capes or promontories. Slone feared he would soon come out upon a
promontory from which he might see the impossibility of further travel. He
felt relieved down in the gullies, where he could not see far. He climbed out
of one, presently, from which there extended a narrow ledge with a slant too
perilous for any horse. He stepped out upon that with far less confidence than
Nagger. To the right was a bulge of low wall, and a few feet to the left a
dark precipice. The trail here was faintly outlined, and it was six inches
wide and slanting as well. It seemed endless to Slone, that ledge. He looked
only down at his feet and listened to Nagger's steps. The big horse trod
carefully, but naturally, and he did not slip.


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