"Let's see who it is, anyway," cried Hal, darting toward the ledge.
By the time they reached the ledge they heard some lively scrambling among the rocks beyond, but neither rookie could see anyone. All was quiet for a few moments. Then a foot slipped on a stone, at a little distance. Hal raced straight in the direction of the sound. He was in time to see a crouching, running figure darting in and out among the rocks.
"Come on, Noll! We've got him!" yelled Hal.
In another minute they had overtaken the fugitive, who now stood panting at bay.
"Well, you're a nice one!" ejaculated Private Hal Overton.
"Tip Branders—out here in Colorado!" ejaculated Noll Terry.
"No; my name ain't Branders. Ye've got me mixed up with somebody else!" glowered the young man at bay.