"Ef them's Injuns, the bigger we stack up in camp
the better. If it's Ramon 'n' his bunch, I want t' git m' hands on 'im."
He must have turned the matter over pretty thoroughly in his mind, for when
the two reached camp he had his ideas fixed and his plans all perfected. He
told Luck that somebody was working down the draw in the dark, and that it
looked like a Navvy trick; and that they had better be ready for them, because
they weren't coming just to pass the time of day--"now I'm tellin' ye!"
The nerves of the Happy Family were raw enough by now to welcome anything that
promised action; even an Indian fight would not be so much a disaster as a
novel way of breaking the monotony. Applehead, with the experience gathered in
the old days when he was a young fellow with a freighting outfit and old
Geronimo was terrorizing all this country, sent them back in compact half
circle just within the shelter of the trees and several rods .away from their
campfire and the waterhole. There, lying crouched behind their saddles with
their rifles across the seat-sides and with ammunition belts full of
cartridges, they waited for whatever might be coming in the dark.
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