Yuma saw six mounds of stone and earth at the base of a sheer cliff. A crude cross surmounted each of those piles. He nodded grimly.
"I know about 'em. Texas Rangers, ain't they? I heard about the shootin', then a couple of the boys said someone had buried 'em."
"Someone buried them," repeated the Lone Ranger.
"A redskin, or someone wearin' moccasins."
"An Indian," the masked man agreed softly.
After a thoughtful pause, Yuma said, "That pard of yores?"
"That's right."
"Um-h'm." Yuma pondered further while the Lone Ranger waited. "Yuh figger I got somethin' more tuh say?"
"Have you?"