The Spectacular View of the Valley of the Sun

Powell, his body fairly bristling with hostile arrows, that he was already dead I could not be but convinced. The view which their hurried routing disclosed filled me with apprehension and with rage. A backward glance convinced me that to return by the way I came would be more hazardous than to continue across the plateau. So putting spurs to my poor beast, I made a dash for the opening to the path which I could distinguish on the far side of the table-land. All the men had by this time discovered that I was alone, and I was pursued by imprecations, arrows, and rifle balls. My horse was traveling, practically unguided, as I knew that I had