These
here that's comin' along after us, they'll help t' swell the party, oncet they
git here. I calc'late they figger 't we're runnin' head-on into a mess uh
trouble, 'n' they don't want t' colleck any stray bullets--'n' that's why
they've dropped back in the last half mile er so. Haze them pack bosses up
this way, Pink, so'st they won't git caught up 'fore they git t' what the rest
air. Best use yore six-guns fer this, boys--that'll leave ye one hand t' guide
yore bosses with, and they're handier all around in close--work. Air ye ready?
Then come on--foller me 'n' come a-whoopin'!"
A-whooping they came, up out of the draw and in among the trees as though they
had a regiment behind them. Certain crouching figures jumped, sent startled
glances behind them and ran like partridges for cover farther on. Only one or
two paused to send a shot at these charging fiends who seemed bent on riding
them down and who yelled like devils turned loose from the pit. And before
they had found safe covert on the farther fringes of the grove and were ready
to meet the onslaught, the clamor had ceased and the white men had joined
those others among the rocks.
So now there were nine men cornered here on the, edge of the Frying-pan, with
no water for their horses and not much hope of getting out of there.
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