"No, we'll stay right here," returned Frank, savagely. "We may have to take a hand in this. Perhaps they are after Jess."
"After Jess?" replied Comanche Tony laughing sardonically. "You haven't heard any shooting going on, have you? You don't suppose Jesse James would let a lot of dirty Indians chase him out of their village without potting a few of them in the meantime, do you?" he demanded.
His reasoning appealed to them.
"I guess you are right," agreed Frank. "But squeeze up closer to the rocks. They may take it into their heads to roll a few more boulders down on us. Bowling with hard-heads seems to be a favorite occupation with these copper-colored curs."
"Yes, it's a heap o' fun for the chap on top, but it's hell for the feller down below," agreed Homely Harry humorously. "Excuse me from the job of settin' up the pins in this alley."
"Silence," commanded their leader. "We may have to do some shooting pretty soon."
Not a word was spoken and for several minutes they waited with bated breaths.
Every man sensed danger and every man felt instinctively that they were on the verge of a sudden and unexpected explosion.
And, indeed, it did come, but in a manner totally unexpected by them.