“Arrows,” says Hashknife, and then he takes me by the arm and leads me away, with Windy sneaking along behind.
Hashknife takes us ’way down among the rocks and then stops.
“Arrows?” asks Windy. “Whatcha mean?”
Just then we sees Mary Jane and Snag come down around the side of the cliff. They stops and looks off across the country, and then they starts off down among the rocks, and Snag and Mary Jane are hanging on to each other’s hand.
“Arrows?” asks Windy again.
“Cupid,” explains Hashknife. “Little feller, who don’t wear no pants. Shoots a bow and arrow.”
“You’re loco,” grunts Windy, and then we follers Hashknife up to where we saw the man spill into the rocks. Windy looks at Hashknife, but don’t say a word, and then we went down and helped Hashknife find the other one.
“My ——” says Windy. “Did yuh know who they was, Hashknife?”
“Sure. I had a good idea right off the reel, but I wasn’t sure until I got shot at down on Cow Crick, after I told Bowers I was goin’ over to the Bar 20. Did you ever hear of that cave?”
“Nope,” replies Windy. “I don’t reckon anybody ever cared to pesticate around up there, ’cause I never heard there was any caves.”