The shooting below ceased. Clinch's nostrils expanded and flattened with every breath, as he stood glaring into the woods.
"Have," he said presently, "you an' Corny go down there an' kinda look around. And you signal if I'm wanted. G'wan, both o' you. Git!"
They started, running heavily, but their feet made little noise on the moss.
Berry came over and stood near Clinch. For ten minutes neither man moved. Clinch stared at the woods in front of him. The younger man's nervous glance flickered like a snake's tongue in every direction, and he kept moistening his lips with his tongue.
Presently two shots came from the south. A pause; a rattle of shots from hastily emptied magazines.
"G'wan down there, Dick!" said Clinch.
"You'll be alone, Mike——"
"Au right. You do like I say; git along quick!"
Berry walked southward a little way. He had turned very white under his tan.
"Gol ding ye!" shouted Clinch, "take it on a lope or I'll kick the pants off'n ye!"