When several moments had elapsed and he found that he was still safe he opened his eyes and looked all about him.  Above him he could see the marks that indicated the trail he had followed in his descent.  It was, however, almost impossible for him to retrace his way.  He was now painfully aware that he had severely bruised his left leg in his fall.  Otherwise he was not seriously hurt as far as he was able to ascertain.  It would be difficult, if not entirely impossible for him, in the condition in which he now found himself, to make his way up the sloping side of the cliff, while to slip or fall would be fatal.

Rejoicing at his narrow escape George seated himself with his back against the side of the mountain as far as it was possible for him to move along the edge of the rocky shelf.  His first feeling of rejoicing at his narrow escape soon gave way to anxiety.  He had been so far behind Zeke when he had fallen that he was doubtful now that his absence would be discovered until Grant and the guide had gone a considerable distance ahead.  And when his disappearance should be discovered his companions would have no knowledge where to begin their search.

Keenly excited, he shouted in his loudest tones, “Grant!  Grant!”

Not even an echo greeted his prolonged appeal.  He shouted again and again, but it soon was plain to him that he had not made himself heard.

Thoroughly alarmed now he was almost ready to attempt the perilous ascent, having decided that it was better for him to do so while he was still strong and before his leg should become helpless.

A glance toward the border of the cliff, however, was terrifying.  So high was it above the gulch below that his peril was great.

Almost in an agony of fear he renewed his shouts and though he waited anxiously after every appeal there was no answer to his calls.

It was impossible for him to estimate the time that was passing.  The slowly moving minutes seemed to the Go Ahead Boy almost like hours.  There were moments when it seemed to the terrified boy that he must let go his hold upon his insecure protection.  He had passed his left arm around the trunk of the small tree and it was not difficult for him to maintain his position.

Again he renewed his frantic appeals, the thought having come to him that Grant and the guide might retrace their way and at some place hear his calls for help.

As a matter of fact less than an hour had elapsed when at last George was startled by the sound of a voice directly above him.  Peering over the border was a face which he soon discovered was that of Thomas Jefferson, the young Navajo Indian who with his companion had previously come to their camp.  Plainly the young Indian had heard the cry and was striving to discover the source from which it had come.

Once more George shouted, this time almost hoarse from his efforts.  An answering call, however, revealed the fact that the Navajo had discovered him.  Indeed it was possible now for him to hear the words of the Indian.