The three men stood with their backs almost against the mountain wall. Each had a Winchester and revolver and all were expert in the use of the weapons. The others were gathered in an irregular group around their leader. They, too, were provided with all the weapons they could use, not to mention the extra guns strapped upon the pack mules. They outnumbered our friends three to one.
Captain Dawson could use his rifle as well with his single arm as formerly with two.
“He can’t fire before me,” he said in an undertone to Brush, standing next to him; “when the shooting begins, I’ll drop him off his mule before he knows what’s coming. When I say the word, let fly as quick as lightning! Likely enough they’ll win, but we’ll make them pay high for their victory.”
“Do you notice that tall thin man at the rear?” asked Brush, in the same guarded voice; “his eyes shine like a rattlesnake’s; he’ll be my first target.”
CHAPTER XXII
FRIENDS
Colonel Briggs was nonplussed for the moment. He had failed to scare the men whom he meant to despoil of their property and some of the mutterings behind him showed that he lacked the unanimous support of his followers.