Such being the case, we agreed that it was not worth while to climb up so far, as we were in a hurry to get back to the rock to breakfast. Directly after it we set off on our return to the city.  The natives of Chili, we were told, often catch the puma with the lasso.  They also hunt it with dogs, and shoot it when it climbs up trees.  When we came to the bridge of hide-rope it looked more rickety and impassable than ever.  Just fancy a few rotten-looking strips of leather slung across a chasm some thousand feet deep!