He knew that it was a brilliant ray reflected from the polished head of a lance, and he said as he pointed a finger: "The Mexicans are coming." "So they are," said the Ring Tailed Panther.

"I see a horseman, an' another, an' another, an' now a lot of 'em.

They must be a hundred at least.

It's the troop of Castenada, an' they're after that cannon.

Well, I'm glad." The man seemed to swell and his eyes darkened.