After a moment’s hesitation Price went out the door, and he returned almost instantly. He walked to the table and blew out the light. “Go to the door an’ see,” he urged in an excited voice.
Rathburn hurried out. High on the mountain above the cañon a fire was burning.
“It’s the signal,” Price whispered in his ear.
“Joe, do me a last favor,” said Rathburn in a queer voice. “Get me my hoss before it’s too late!”
The old man obediently slipped into the shadows behind the cabin.
CHAPTER XXXV
GUNS IN THE NIGHT
When Joe Price returned, leading Rathburn’s horse which he had fed and watered, and turned over the reins, he spoke swiftly in a low voice: