Air ye ready?
Then come on--foller me 'n' come a-whoopin'!" A-whooping they came, up out of the draw and in among the trees as though they had a regiment behind them.

Certain crouching figures jumped, sent startled glances behind them and ran like partridges for cover farther on.

Only one or two paused to send a shot at these charging fiends who seemed bent on riding them down and who yelled like devils turned loose from the pit.

And before they had found safe covert on the farther fringes of the grove and were ready to meet the onslaught, the clamor had ceased and the white men had joined those others among the rocks.
So now there were nine men cornered here on the edge of the Frying-pan, with no water for their horses and not much hope of getting out of there.
"Darn you, Applehead, why didn't you keep out of this mess ?" Luck demanded with his mouth drawn down viciously at the corners and his eyes warm with affection and gratitude.

"What possessed your fool heart to ride into this trap ?" "We-ell, dang it, we had t' ride som'ers, didn't we ?" Applehead, safe behind a bowlder, pulled off his greasy, gray Stetson and polished his bald head disconcertedly.