CHAPTER XXVII
THE RETREAT
This was the luckiest shot of the fight, for it was no other than Gus Gols himself whom Juarez had struck. There was a lull now, and the boys had time to breathe.
“Jo, you get up into that tree and keep watch,” said Jim, “while the rest of us take account of stock.”
“I guess those fellows have had enough to keep them quiet for a while,” said Juarez. “It looked to me as though I had got their big chief with that shot.”
“It’s half the battle if you have done that,” said Jim. “Wait till daylight comes and we will make them skedaddle.”
“It’s remarkable how quiet the horses took all this,” said Tom.
“Oh, they have been under fire before,” said Jim. “You can trust ’em not to act up at a time like this.”
This was certainly true, though they were packed together close at the end of the corral-stockade. They made no disturbance and seemed to realize that their safety was being looked after by their old comrades, the Frontier Boys.
“I’m kind of hungry,” said Jim. “Let’s have something to eat.”