One of us will stay up there with Tom so as to guard the top of the path, in case any of the redskins should come down before we are ready to go forward.

Three will be enough to hold the Canyon." "I will undertake the horse job," Boston Joe said.

"As you say, three is enough here.

They will think they are going to take us by surprise, and as soon as they find we are ready for them they will draw off fast enough.

I reckon that fellow has counted our numbers, and no redskin will try to force that pass with five Western rifles facing him." Just as Joe began to mount the path, leading his horse, with the others tied head to tail in a long line behind it, Tom appeared on the path high up and shouted: "Thirty or forty horsemen have just left the village, and are coming this way." "All right, Tom," Dick shouted back.