"We'd better toddle," agreed the cattleman. "Go ahead."
I scudded for safety, Yeager at my heels. We reached the door of the saloon just as the captain did.
"Let us in. Captain Blythe and friends," I cried, hammering on a panel.
Some one unlocked the door. It was Dugan.
"You here?" I exclaimed.
"Yes, sir. I heard the shooting and came up just in time to lock the door on Mack. Think I wounded him through the door afterward, sir."
"Any of our men short?" Blythe asked quickly, glancing around with the keen, quiet eye of a soldier.
Alderson spoke up.
"Fleming cut Blue down as we tried to force the steps, sir."
"Killed him, you think?"