‘Give ’em a taste of their own sauce, I reckon! Hush! Hyar he comes. Lie low!’
He flung himself in front of Lucius, with his rifle at the port, and waited.
Hurrying footsteps drew nearer. Some one was coming on at express speed.
Ephraim gripped his rifle tight, and set his teeth.
Swish! The bushes parted, and the civilian stood before him.
‘Halt!’ shouted the Grizzly, bringing his bayoneted rifle down to the charge. ‘Halt! Who comes thar?’
CHAPTER X.
HOW THAT DESPATCH WAS INTERCEPTED.
‘Halt! Who comes thar?’ repeated Ephraim, as the civilian paused, regarding him with an expression of supreme astonishment.