"Well, he made up th' weight in th' cartridges," Cavalry grinned. He grasped Shaw's arm. "What's got into Manuel?"
The leader looked and sprinted to the lookout rock, where Manuel was gesticulating, and took the glasses. Half a minute later he returned them to the Mexican and rejoined his companions near the pile of supplies.
"What is it?" asked Cavalry.
"Some of our Eagle friends. Mebby they want cards in this game, but we'll waste little time with 'em. Post th' fellers along th' edge, Clausen, an' you watch th' trail up. Keep 'em covered while I talks with 'em. Don't be slow to burn powder if they gets to pushing things."
"They trailed Frisco," growled Cavalry.
"Shore; oh, he was a great success!" snapped Shaw, going to the edge of the mesa to await the eight newcomers, his men finding convenient places along the top of the wall, their rifles ready for action.
They did not have long to wait for soon Nevada and Chet Bates rode into the clearing and made for the trail.
"That's far enough, Nevada!" shouted Shaw, holding up his hand.
"Why, hullo, Shaw!" cried the man below. "Yo're up a good tree, all right," he laughed.
"Yes."