"Go to th' devil!" snapped the canyon.
"Come around in daylight an' I'll send you to him!" growled Johnny. "Think I'm a fool?"
There was no answer, and, fearful of a trick, Johnny wriggled back to his snug cover at the head of the trail, finding that the fire had become only a dull, red mass of embers which gave out almost no light.
"You shore got me guessin'," he grumbled; "but I reckon mebby I'm guessin' purty good, at that. You just try it, cuss you!"
Luke explored the canyon again to make assurance doubly sure, and again approached the great wall.
"'Does William, Junior, chew tobacco?'" he demanded.
Johnny squirmed, but remained where he was. "You can't fool me!" he shouted peevishly.
"Reckon not; yo're as wise as a jackass, a dead one," said Luke. "You stubborn fool, listen to this; 'Don't look for no word from me. I'm goin' west, to try it from back of Twin Buttes. They've drove me out.'" The voice was plainer now. "How many of 'em are out here?"
Johnny grinned suddenly, for in the increase in the power of the voice he recognized a friend.
"Hello, Luke, you old skunk!" he called, laughing. "Glad to see you. There's four been hangin' around but there's only two now, or three at th' most. Look out for 'em. Goin' to try to come up?"