"That's not for me to do," said Burk hotly.
"Oh, I see. You want us to quit, eh?"
"Sure. You're the fellows who broke in there over our guard. But if you'll call your fellows off and get out of the house, I'll agree to turn you and the young lady loose. But nothing must be taken from the house."
"That seems right generous of you," said Ted, with a sarcastic smile, which Burk didn't see because his head was turned the other way.
"It's a darned more than you deserve, but I don't want any more of my fellows shot up."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Just step out there and holler to your boys to quit firing, and tell them that you're going to quit, and then——"
Ted just laughed, and Burk turned upon him with a scowl.
At that moment there was a cheer from the direction of the house; then a few scattering shots from the men in the shrubbery.
Ted heard the doors of the house open, and the swift patter of running feet. The old Moon Valley yell was in his ears. All the men in the shrubbery had sprung to their feet, and were running wildly about. A man crawled through the bushes—the man with the face he had seen at the window.