"I hope they are up there," said Nort, answering Bud's question. "If they brought them this far they probably wouldn't do away with them now. They must be up there!"
"I wish we had them down here," said Dick. "It's going to be hard work to get the imps out of their den!"
"You supplied two good earfuls that time, kid!" said Rolling Stone. "Ah, you will, will you!" he added quickly, and he fired at an exposed head over the top of the wall that hid the Indians.
There was a howl of pain mingled with rage, that could be heard above the din of the fighting.
"You nipped him!" cried Yellin' Kid.
"I tried to," grimly said Rolling Stone.
And so the fighting went on, in pot-shot fashion, with occasional volleys from the Yaquis.
"They're only wasting their lead," spoke Captain Marshall. "But I wonder where they got so many cartridges?"
"Likely they made another raid," suggested Snake.
This, later, was found to be the case. A store keeper had been killed and his stock looted, provisions and arms being taken.