"What's this new move signify, boss?" he asked, tilting his head backward.
"What they spreading out like that for, when they're outa easy rifle range?"
Applehead looked behind him, studied the new formation of their enemy, and
scowled in puzzlement. He looked ahead, where he knew the land lay practically
level before them, all sand and rabbit weed, with a little grass here and
there; to the left, where the square butte stood up bold-faced and grim; to
the right where a ragged sandstone ledge blocked the way.
"'S some dang new trap uh theirn," he decided, his voice signifying disgust
for such methods. "Take an Injun 'n' he don't calc'late he's fightin' 'nless
he's figgurin' on gittin' yuh cornered. Mebby they got some more cached ahead
som'ers. Keep yer eye peeled, boys, 'n' shoot at any dang thing yuh see that
yuh ain't dead sure 's a rabbit weed. Don't go bankin' on rocks bein'
harmless--'cause every dang one's liable to have an Injun layin' on his belly
behind it. Must be another bunch ahead som'ers, 'cause I know it's smooth
goin' fer five miles yit. After that they's a drop down into a rocky kinda
pocket that's hard t' git out of except the way yuh go in, account of there
bein' one uh them dang rim-rocks runnin' clean 'round it.
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