"
"Thank me for that, Armitage. I tumbled down a good many yards of it when
I played up here as a kid. Get off that horse, I tell you! You've got a
hole in you now! Get down!"
"You make me tired, Claiborne. This beautiful row will all be over in a
few minutes. I never intended to waste much time on those fellows when I
got them where I wanted them."
His left arm hung quite limp at his side and his face was very white. He
had dropped his rifle in the road at the moment the ball struck his
shoulder, but he still carried his revolver. He nodded to Oscar, and they
both galloped forward over the open ground, making straight for the cedar
covert.
Claiborne was instantly up and away between the two riders. Their bold
advance evidently surprised the trio beyond the barricade, who shouted
hurried commands to one another as they distributed themselves along the
wall and awaited the onslaught. Then they grew still and lay low out of
sight as the silent riders approached. The hoofs of the onrushing horses
rang now and then on the harsh outcropping rock, and here and there
struck fire.
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