"
"Where are they?"
"Just below the top, whar they kin see out over the desert. Hell, yer
couldn't get within half a mile an' not be spotted. It's bull luck yer
run inter me."
Brennan and Westcott looked at each other, both uncertain as to the
next step. What were they to do with their prisoner? And how could
they proceed toward effecting the rescue of the helpless girl? It was
a problem not easy to solve, if what Moore told them was true. The
latter shuffled his feet in the sand, lifted his eyes shrewdly, and
studied the faces of his captors. He was figuring his own chance.
"You fellows want ter get down inter the valley?" he asked at last.
"Yes," and Brennan turned again quickly, "if it can be done. Of course
thar's only two of us, an' it would be sort o' foolish tryin' ter fight
a way through, even ag'in' Mexicans. Fifteen ter two is some odds, but
'tain't in my nature, or Jim's here, ter turn round an' leave that girl
in the hands o' them cusses--is it, Jim?"
"I never will," replied Westcott earnestly. "Not if I have to tackle
the whole outfit alone.
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