The first thought, naturally, would be for the money in the cache, and the Red Rover would lead the way thither with all speed—the very thing he was doing.
Moreover, they were even then nearer than Dick imagined, and just as he swung his legs over the edge of the plateau to begin the descent, the light of torches flashed out of the gulch below and his pursuers discovered him. With a wild shout, they opened fire upon him immediately.
Deadwood Dick was in a death-trap.
[CHAPTER XI.]
DICK'S ONLY DEFENSE.
"Surrender!" called out Captain Joaquin.
"We'll consider that point a bit first," responded Dick.
He had drawn back out of range with considerable alacrity, for the bullets had come uncomfortably close.