Turning, he gave Juan’s nearer shoulder a quick shake.
“Ready, senor,” murmured the Cuban, waking at once. “My hour is up, then?”
“No, but something else is up,” whispered excited Hal, pointing up the ravine. “Look there!”
Juan looked, and became instantly awake.
“The enemy!” he muttered, his eyes flashing ominously. “Heaven be thanked that at last we have guns. We can fight!”
“Fight that force?” demanded Hal, aghast. “My friend, have you counted their number?”
“No.”
“I have.”
“Well?”
“They number at least sixty.”