“That is to bother us,” said the young guide. “We must watch all points of the compass now. Attention.”
They all looked at him.
Mustang Max selected the proper number of men, and posted them in four different squads in order to fully cover the four parties of red rascals now standing motionless on the plain.
Suddenly a shot rang out to the far right hand.
A moment later a similar sound came from the left.
Then followed a report from the foe in the rear.
The guide knew now what the pistol shots meant.
They were signal shots to start a combined assault from the four different points.
Even as the idea flashed through his mind the fourth report came from the party in front.
Then a simultaneous cheering yell rang fiercely out, and with horrible shrieks and cries, and wildly brandished weapons, on came the foe.