over the nearest branch of the tree. Hauling it taut, Pawnee Brown tested it, to make sure it would not slip, and then began to haul himself up, as Rasco had done at the swamp hole.
It was slow work, and more than once he felt that the lariat would break, so great was the strain put upon it.
But it held, and a few minutes later Pawnee Brown found himself with somewhat cut hands, safe in the branches of the tree.
Winding up the lariat, he descended to the ground, and made a detour to where Bonnie Bird remained standing, and to where he had cast his pistol.
The mare and weapon secured, he continued on his way, but made certain to wander into no more quicksand spots.
"It was too narrow an escape for comfort," was the way in which Pawnee Brown expressed himself, when he told the story later.
An hour after found him again among the boomers.
Mike Delaney was just coming in by the Allen trail. The Irishman was much crestfallen over his failure to find a better trail than that selected by the scout, and Rosy was giving it to him with a vengeance.
"Th' nixt toime ye go forward it will be undher Pawnee Brown's directions, Moike Delaney!" she
