Jesse had found the trail and was soon to make his presence known.
When the bandit-chieftain and his men had reached the ledge whence the rocks had been hurled at them, he had ordered all but Wild Bill and Texas Jack to wait there while he and his chosen pals climbed to the top, fearing that the approach of all might be heard by the redmen.
Sweeping the top of the cliff with a hurried glance the world-famous desperado had seen, with joy, that he was in time to save the life of his chum.
Yet because he was aware that to act too soon would be as bad as to act too late, he dropped back behind the cliff again.
"Texas, go down and bring the others up," he whispered, putting his mouth close to his pal's ear. "Don't make a sound going down. But it won't matter coming back.
"I reckon the fun'll be on before you get here!
"But hurry. We'll have our hands full."
Hastily the bandit descended and again Jesse straightened up and peered over the edge of the precipice.
And what he saw made his face grow hard as he raised his six shooters.