The three men, wearied with looking, and knowing there was nothing more
to do, except wait for night, crept back into the sand hollow and
nibbled away at the few eatables brought with them in their pockets.
Brennan alone seemed cheerful and talkative--Moore had liberally
divided with him his stock of chewing-tobacco.
CHAPTER XXXI: WITH FORCE OF ARMS
They were still sitting there cross-legged in the sand when the silence
was suddenly punctuated by the sharp report of a revolver. The sound
barely reached their ears, yet it undoubtedly came from below, and all
three were upon their feet, when a second shot decided the matter.
Westcott was first at the rim, staring eagerly downward. It was
growing dusk down there in the depths, yet was still light enough to
enable him to perceive movement, and the outlines of the cabins. For a
moment all he noticed was a man lying on the ground in front of the
small hut, but almost immediately men began to swarm out through the
door of the bunk-house, and a horseman came spurring from the field
beyond.
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