“How will you get down the cañon without their spotting you?”
“I’ll climb up the cliff and work my way down about a quarter of a mile away. I know a spot that’ll suit me to a T. I wish Buckeye Jim was here, we’d make a break for those jumpers and clean out the whole nest in no time. He’d ought to a’ been here before this. Mebbe he’s in town now—there’s no telling.”
“Likely enough Mr. Anderson is there by this time, too,” said Len.
“Why, would it not be a good plan, borrowing a hint from the adversary, for one of us to go to town and be ready to hasten these gentlemen, or perhaps get assistance otherwise?”
It was Sandy who made this suggestion, to which, at first, there was only silent attention.
“I’m thinkin’ that the three of us left can stand off, as ye say, those fellows yonder, and if we can manage to hold ’em all in, our agent would come back with an overwhelming force and put ’em wholly to rout.”
“I guess you’re right, Sandy—but who shall go?”
“Weel, I’m vera willing to do that, or anything as ye weel ken, but I’m so much of a stranger in town, that probably I could be of more use here.”
“I reckon I’m your man,” said Len. “Max and Morris are both too heavy weights to be spared from the garrison, while I can do as well on this errand as any one else, I suppose.”
“It’s no fun for you to walk all the way down that mountain trail, with the weather so threatening, but undoubtedly you might gain a great deal for us,” Max interposed.