Without an instant's hesitation Texas sprang away to do the wounded man's bidding, regardless of any personal danger to himself.
But Texas did not have far to go.
Just without the cave he was grasped in a grip of iron. His hand flew to his belt.
"Stop, you fool! Where are you going!" hissed Jesse in his ear.
"Gad, what a fright you gave me," gasped Texas. "I was going for you. Frank's bad and said you'd got to come right away. Oh there's the girl, eh."
"Bad? Come along Dew Drop," and without further parley Jesse led the way into the cave, keeping tight hold on the Indian girl, who though reluctant, made no protest at being dragged back by the man she had just saved.
"Somebody strike a light," demanded the great bandit.
"No, no," protested Dew Drop with a quick pressure on the outlaw's arm. "Injun smell smoke. Stop um hole up an catch pale face. Jess Jame and other pale faces come with Dew Drop."
"All right go ahead and we'll follow," decided Jesse. "Frank can you walk?"