“This is wonderful,” the Marshal exclaimed. “Bud, do you think you have a man that can locate this place?”
“I know right where it is,” Bud replied, breathing heavily. “It is dead easy to find, but hard to get at. It can be taken all right, but if we force the position, they are sure to kill the girls.”
Mason was making a close examination of the films.
A semicircle of rock showed plainly, and as near as he could judge, about two hundred yards back from this semicircle there was a flat table rock, backed by a cliff that rose hundreds of feet in the air.
A cabin, showing the two girls outside looking up at the sky, was plainly visible.
Mason called Bud over to him.
“Bud, you say you know where this place is?” he questioned him.
The latter nodded.
“And the only point of attack is this semicircle of rock,” Mason continued, “and if we rush that point there is nothing to prevent Ricker from killing the girls before we could get to them.”
“That’s just the way I figure it out,” Bud agreed.