"Come and get us!" howled a voice from within the cabin.
"All right, we'll come and get you, but first we'll give you some volleys to put you in a more humble frame of mind. Low ball!" answered Rodman.
Once more Tad, who had risen, threw himself down, and the rifles of his party banged away at the cabin, the front of which was by this time thoroughly perforated with bullet holes.
"We give in. Stop shooting!" called someone in the cabin.
"Cease firing!" commanded Rodman. "Stillman out first. Leave your guns in the cabin!"
Stillman dragged himself slowly out. One leg would not bear his weight.
"Over there," directed Tad, waving a hand toward his companions. "Mr. Dunkan, here is the man who killed your dog. Hans, come out here. Be quick about it!"
A bespectacled, thin, studious-appearing man staggered out and collapsed on the ground.
"Batts and Beach now!"
The two crawled out on all fours. Both had been wounded in the legs.