"The other one was bright and pretty, too, and she can use her bow and arrows."
"Full-blooded Indian. As full of fight as a wild-cat, and twice as dangerous."
"Now, Murray, what do you think we'd better do?"
"Do? I wish I could say. My head's all in a whirl somehow. I want a chance to do some thinking."
"Time enough for that."
"Not if we keep right on after the Apaches. I'll tell you what, Steve, my mind won't be easy till I've had another look at the ledge. I want to know what they've done."
"The Buckhorn Mine? I'd like to see it, too."
"Then we'll let their outfit go by us, and ride straight back to it. Might as well save time and follow those fellows up the pass. Plenty of hiding-places."
It was a bold thing to do, but they did it, and they were lying safely in a deep ravine that led out of the pass, a few hours later, when the "mining outfit" slowly trundled on its downward way.
Long before that, however, Bill and his two friends had made their report to Captain Skinner.