"Don't know--but I don't think anybody pulled him up here." "Then he might 'a stopped them two what owned th' rifles--he would be mad enough to stay there a month if Red forgot him." "Yes; waiting to lick Red when he came down," and Johnny crawled up again to his former position. "Now, you cow-stealing coyote, watch out!" As he settled down he caught sight of his foreman. "Hullo, Buck! What you doing?" "Stringing beads for my night shirt," retorted Buck. "You get down from up there, you fool!" "Can't. I got to pay for--" he ducked, and then fired twice. "Just missed th' other ear, Pete. But I made him jump a foot--plugged him where he sits down. He was moving away. An' blamed if he ain't a Greaser!" "Yes; an' you took two shots to do it, when cartridges are so scarce," Pete grumbled. At first several of the rustlers had defended the hut but the concentrated fire of the attacking force had poured through its north window from so many angles that evacuation became necessary. This was accomplished through the south window, which opened behind the natural breastwork, and at a great cost, for Con Irwin and Sam Austin were killed in the move. The high, steep ridge which formed the rear wall of the hut and overlooked the roof of the building ran at right angles to the low breastwork and extended from the north end of the hut to the edge of the mesa, a distance of perhaps fifty feet. On the side farthest from the breastwork it sloped to the stream made by the spring and its surface was covered with bowlders. The rustlers, if they attempted to scale its steep face, would be picked off at short range, but they realized that once the enemy gained its top their position would be untenable except around the turn in the breastwork at the other side of the mesa. In order to keep the punchers from gaining this position they covered the wide cut which separated the ridge from the enemy's line, and so long as they could command this they were safe. After wandering from point to point Hopalong finally came to the edge of the cut and found Red Connors ensconced in a narrow, shallow depression on a comparatively high hummock. While they talked his eyes rested on the ridge across the cut and took in the possibilities that holding it would give. "Say, Red, if we could get up on that hill behind th' shack we'd have this fight over in no time--see how it overlooks everything?" "Yes," slowly replied Red. "But we can't cross this barranca--they sweep it from end to end. I tried to get over there, an' I know." "But we can try again," Hopalong replied. "You cover me." "Now don't be a fool, Hoppy!" his friend retorted. "We can't afford to lose you for no gang of rustlers. It's shore death to try it." "Well, you can bet I ain't going to be fool enough to run twenty yards in th' open," Hopalong replied, starting away. "But I'm going to look for a way across, just th' same. Keep me covered." "All right, I'll do my best--but don't you try no dash!"