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The shelf gradually narrowed to the east。 From what he remembered seeing yesterday from the canyon bottom； this entire east end was filled with ruined walls； ending just short of the point where a structural fault split the canyon wall from floor to rim。 That would be the place to look for an escape route。 That narrow chimney would be the only possible way up。 The thought of it made his stomach knot。 As a graduate student； he had climbed down such a slot to reach a cliff house at Mesa Verde； and the memory of it was an unpleasant mixture of fear and vertigo。
He climbed cautiously over the rubble of the exterior wall at the edge of the shelf and looked down into the canyon。 The Land…Rover was not in sight。 That should mean the Navajo had not returned from wherever his business had taken him。 Nor was there any sign of Eddie。 That meant nothing。 Eddie might be sleeping below him in any of a thousand invisible places。 Or Eddie might be only a few yards away on the cliff。
Here the Anasazis had crowded their building almost to the edge of the cliff； leaving along the lip of the precipice a narrow walkway； which was now buried under debris。 McKee moved along it gingerly； keeping as close as the fallen rocks would allow to the wall of the storeroom。 At the corner； behind a water…starved growth of juniper； he stopped。
When he looked around the corner； Eddie would be standing there。 Eddie would have the pistol in his hand and would…without any change of expression…shoot him in the head。 McKee thought about it for a moment。 Eddie might look faintly apologetic； as he had when he had introduced himself at the Land…Rover。 But he would pull the trigger。
McKee stood with his back pressed against the stones and looked out across the canyon。 It was almost full dawn now。 Light from the sun； barely below the horizon； reflected a reddish light from a cloud formation somewhere to the east onto the tops of the opposite cliffs。 A pi？on jay exploded out of a juniper across the canyon in a flurry of black and white。 He heard the ravens again； far up the canyon now。 It was a beautiful morning。
McKee leaned forward and looked around the wall。
Eddie was not in sight。 The stretched tarp was there； and the stove； and other equipment。 Both sleeping bags were gone。 So was the ladder。 McKee felt himself relaxing。 Eddie must have climbed down and left them alone on the shelf。
McKee was suddenly aware that he would be plainly visible from below。 He moved back behind the juniper and stood； thinking it through。 He glanced at his watch。 Five A。M。 Then he heard Eddie whistling。
Eddie walked around the jumble of fallen rock at the west end of the shelf； not fifty feet away。 He was carrying his bedroll under his right arm and his coat slung over his left shoulder…whistling something that sounded familiar。 He dumped the bedroll； folded the coat neatly across an outcrop of sandstone； and squatted beside the stove。
McKee stared numbly through the juniper。 Of course the Big Navajo had left nothing at all to luck。 He had taken the ladder but left the guard behind。
Eddie was bing his hair。 His shoulder holster； with the pistol in it； was strapped over his vest。 About twenty yards away； McKee guessed。 He could cover maybe ten yards before Eddie saw him； and another five before Eddie could get the pistol out； and then Eddie would shoot him as many times as were necessary。
The first plan McKee considered as he worked his way slowly back along the cliff edge involved waiting in ambush at the corner of the storeroom until Eddie mounted the ladder to bring them their breakfast。 He imagined himself sprinting the fifteen feet before Eddie； encumbered with food； could draw the pistol； knocking the ladder from under him and triumphantly disarming him。
It might work…if Eddie brought them breakfast。 There was no reason to believe he would。 Much more likely he would first check on his prisoners with pistol in hand。
The second plan； even more fleeting； involved having Miss Leon raise a clamor…perhaps shouting that he was sick。 This would probably bring Eddie up the ladder to look in the hole in the storehouse roof。 But he would e cautiously and suspiciously。 The third plan survived a little longer because…if it worked…it did not involve facing Eddie's pistol。 He and Miss Leon would work their way…unmissed and unheard…to the east end of the shelf。 There they would find the Hopi escape route in the chimney and would climb to freedom。 It was a pleasant idea and utterly impractical。 It was far from likely that Ellen could make the climb and impossible for anyone to make it without noise。 McKee considered for a moment how it would feel to be hanging on handholds a hundred feet up the chimney with Eddie standing below aiming at him。 He hurriedly considered other possibilities。
One involved finding a hiding place back in the ruins and waiting in ambush； rock in hand； for Eddie to e hunting for him。 The flaw in this one was easy to see。 There would be no reason for Eddie to hunt。 He would simply wait for the Navajo to return； believing there was no way off the cliff。
It would be necessary to make Eddie e after him。
McKee dropped on his stomach at the crawl hole。
〃I'm right here；〃 Ellen whispered。 〃I heard him whistling。 Did he see you？〃
〃No；〃 McKee said。 〃He's cooking breakfast。〃
〃You know what；〃 Ellen said。 〃I said it would take a magician to get out of this room。 You're a magician。〃
〃Um…m。 Look…make sure your watch is wound；〃 McKee said。 〃I want you to wait thirty minutes and then e out here and make some sort of noise。 Knock a rock off the wall or some thing to attract him。 But don't run。 Don't give him any reason to shoot。〃
〃What are you going to do？〃 Her whisper was so faint he could hardly hear it。
〃Remember。 When he es； give up right away。 Put your hands up。 And tell him I'm climbing up the escapeway back where the cliff is split at the east end of the ruins。 Tell him I'm going for the police。〃
〃Is there really a place you can climb out？〃
〃I don't know yet；〃 McKee said。 〃The idea is to get the jump on him。〃
〃There isn't any place。 He's going to kill you。〃 She made it a flat statement。
If Ellen said anything else； McKee didn't hear it。
〃Ellen；〃 he whispered。 〃Do you understand what to do？〃
〃Yes。 I guess I do。 But is thirty minutes enough？〃
McKee thought about it。 Every minute that passed might bring Eddie checking。 Or it might bring the Big Navajo back。 He was suddenly acutely conscious that he was probably setting the time limit on his life。
〃I think thirty minutes；〃 he said。
It was eight minutes more than Eddie allowed him。
It had taken very little time to defeat his hopes that the ruins would offer a point of ambush。 Along the narrow pathway which followed the lip of the shelf； the walls were too crumbled to provide a place of concealment from which he could attack。 Under the cliff itself the ruins were better preserved…some still standing in two stories…but they offered only a hiding place； no place from which to launch an attack。 At the end of the shelf； where a massive geologic fault had shifted the earth's crust eons ago and split the cliff； there was no effective cover at all。 McKee edged