CHAPTER XXXIII
BROUGHT TO BAY—CONCLUSION
Left at the bottom of the cliffs, the others of the party drew a trifle closer to the mouth of the cave. They could see nobody, and wondered if it was possible that Sag Ruff and his associates in crime had managed in some way to get away.
"Perhaps they are miles away by this time," said Mark. "We really ought to go into the cave and make sure."
"And git shot for our pains," said Maybe Dixon. "None o' that in mine."
Nevertheless, as the moments went by, all grew more anxious, and at last, when it grew dark, they walked up within a hundred feet of the opening.
"Halt!" came in the voice of Sag Ruff, and he peered forth from behind a rock, pistol in hand.
"Come out of that!" cried Mark.
"We are not coming out," answered the gambler.