The scene which followed baffles description.
In a moment Clark and big Harmon were shaking hands with the deepest emotion.
“Ye came jest in the nick of time, Clark,” declared the vigilant chief. “In ten minutes more we might have all been dead men.”
“Then we are in luck,” cried the colonel, “for which I am very glad. Ah, Mr. Reade, I am glad to see you.”
“The same,” replied Frank, as he gripped hands with the colonel.
Then Clark rode away up the defile to see what was going on there.
He found the fiercest kind of a battle in progress. The cowboys had intrenched themselves once more and were making a bold stand.
The cavalry outnumbered them, but they were in a very advantageous position.
The best efforts of Clark’s men would not suffice to dislodge them.
For a long while the sanguine battle went on.