The words were written, and one of the maps was handed to Dick.
Dick put it into his pocket, Captain Joaquin doing the same with his copy, and they were ready.
"Now for business," said the Red Rover.
"Yes, now to oblige you," said Dick. "Where is the fight to take place?"
"Just down there where the straight stretch of gulch lies, where we can have a clear and fair range, with nothing in the way."
"I prefer to go out to the gulch from which this one branches," said Dick. "I take it that one is traveled, while this one is seldom entered save by you yourself."
"What's your reason for that?"
"We want our bodies to be found, if we both get hit hard."
"Well, I won't quarrel with your plan. Come on and let's have it over and done with."
Captain Joaquin led the way down from the little peak, Dick following close behind him, and through the first gulch mentioned out to the one Dick had preferred.