As soon as he knew he was seen, Maybe Dixon rode his horse to a slight depression between the rocks, where he waited for the posse to come up. He was tired out, but his leathery face wore something of a smile.
"Where are they?" demanded Mark.
"Over yonder, in a cave," was the answer, and the old miner pointed out the place with his hand.
"You saw them go in?" queried Bob.
"I did, hosses an' all."
"Has the cave a back opening?" questioned Si, quickly.
"I don't think so, although I am not sartin."
"We'll soon make sure," put in Andrew West. "I'll ride up on top of the cliffs and some of you can go with me."
"I'll go," said Bob, promptly.
"So will I," added Si.