A shower of blows fell upon the Texan's head. He dropped, with a half dozen red warriors clinging to him. It was the end!
CHAPTER XXV
BLIZZARD'S CHARGE
Kid Wolf was so dazed for a time that he but dimly realized what was happening to him. Half stunned, he was carried, along with Dave Robbins, out of the arroyo. He was light-headed from the blows he had received.
That torture was in store for them, he well knew. He heard Gil Garvey's voice calling for Yellow Skull. Red faces, smeared with war paint, glared at him. He was being taken on a pony's back through a thicket of brush.
They were up on the mesa again, for he felt the sun burn out and a hot wind sweep the desert. What were they waiting for?
Yellow Skull! Kid Wolf had heard of that terrible, insane Apache chief. He could expect about as much mercy from him as he could from Garvey.
Some one was shaking his shoulder. It was the Lost Springs bandit leader.
Kid Wolf looked about him. A score or more of warriors, naked save for breechcloths, stood around in a hostile circle. Garvey was chuckling and in high good humor. With him was Shank, sneering and cold-eyed.
"We want to know where that money is!" Garvey shouted.