"We'll make sure who's ahead before we go any farther." They ducked behind rocks or trees and piled off their horses in a burry.
And a scattered fusillade from the rim-rock ahead of them proved how urgent was their need.
For the first fifteen minutes or so they thought that they were fighting Ramon and his party, and their keenest emotions were built largely of resentment, which showed in the booming voice of Big Medicine when he said grimly: "Well, I'd jest about as soon pack Ramon in dead, as lead 'im in alive 'n' kickin', by cripes! Which is him, d'yuh reckon ?" From behind a rock shield luck was studying the ledge.

"They're Injuns--or there are Injuns in the bunch, at least," he told them after a moment.

"See that sharp point sticking up straight ahead?
I saw an Injun peeking around the edge--to the south.

You watch for him, Andy, and let him have it where he lives next time be sticks his head out." He swung the glasses slowly, taking every inch of the rim in his field of vision.

As he moved them be named the man he wanted to watch each place where he had reason to suspect that someone was hiding.
The disheartening part of it was that he needed about a dozen more men than he had; for the rock wall which was the rim of the Frying-pan seemed alive with shooters who waited only for a fair target.