Loyal Heart stretched out his hand toward the north-west.
"All is not over yet," he said.
"Do you hope to get us out of this scrape?"
"I intend," the young man answered, still calm and smiling, "to destroy this collection of brigands to the last man."
"May Heaven grant it!" the Canadian said, with a doubtful shake of the head.
The Apaches were now but a few yards off, and all the rifles were levelled as if by common agreement.
"Listen!" Loyal Heart muttered in Tranquil's ear.
At the same moment distant yells were heard, and the enemy stopped with alarmed hesitation.
"What is it?" Tranquil asked.
"Our men," the young man answered laconically.