“Look!” croaks Windy.
There’s a man crawling along the base of the higher cliff. Windy lifts his rifle and lines his sights, but Hashknife pushes the gun aside.
“That’s Snag Thorn!” grits Windy.
“Lemme nail him, Hashknife. Dirty rustler.”
“Betcha the whole gang are scattered around here,” says I.
“Wait a minute,” cautions Hashknife. “Plenty of time to kill him.”
“My ——! Look!” wails Windy. “There’s Mary Jane!”
We gets a glimpse of her on the side of that cliff, beyond the angle of where Snag Thorn is crawling, and she’s coming down. We can see her plain for a moment and then she goes down behind the angle of the rocks.
“Snag’s sneaking up on her!” gasps Windy. “The dirty pup!”
“——!” grunts Hashknife. “He likely don’t know she’s anywhere near here. Watch up the hill. Keep looking up toward where Snag is going.”