“We leaves the camp onprotected.”
“Only for a short time. There won’t anything happen, partner. This yere standing guard is all foolishness, anyhow.”
“I reckon you’re right.”
“Then come on.”
Together they advanced in the direction from which the strange sounds seemed to proceed. As they made their way slowly and cautiously into the valley they were able to hear those sounds more and more distinctly, and before long both were satisfied that it was indeed a fiddle.
“Well, wouldn’t that chaw yer up!” muttered one. “Whoever does yer reckon is a-playing a fiddle out yere?”
“You have got me.”
“Well, we will certain find out. Have your gun ready, pard, in case we runs into a muss.”
Pretty soon they saw through the starlight two horses grazing unhobbled and unpicketed.
“Only two,” whispered one of the men. “We are as many as they be.”