“Be jabers that fellow was a fraud!” declared Barney. “Yez kin be sure av that, Misther Frank.”
“I believe you are right, Barney. Well, we will find a good place to lay up until daybreak and then we will investigate.”
“Is it out av the canyon ye’d be afther goin’, Misther Frank?”
“Yes.”
“All roight, sor!”
Barney started the Steam Horse out of the gorge.
But now a genuine surprise awaited the party. Turning a short corner in the pass Barney pulled the Horse up.
“Whurroo!” he yelled. “Wud yez look at that, Misther Frank!”
In the pass not one hundred yards ahead drawn up in solid line and armed to the teeth was a line of men.
Back of them two men were seen on horseback. That one of them was the Mexican, Castrello, Frank saw at once.