"I'll bust you wide open, someday, you red-headed wart!" threatened Dan, shaking his fist at the grinning line man. "That's a h--l of a thing to do, that is!" "Shut up an' go home. Ain't you got enough?" shouted Red. "Just wait, you half-breed!" yelled Ed Joyce. "That's two with th' waiting habit," laughed Johnny. "What do--" began Chick, stepping forward. "Shut up! Who told you to open yore face!" cried Red, savagely. "Get home! G'wan!" "Walk, you coyotes, walk!" exulted Johnny. He and his companion watched the three angry punchers stride off towards the H2 and then Red told Johnny to ride west while he, himself, would go east to help his friends if they should need him. They had just begun to separate when Johnny uttered a shout of joy. Antonio had joined the trio of walkers and they were pulling him from his horse. He waved his arms excitedly, but Chick had him covered. Dan and Ed were already on the animal and they quickly pulled Chick up behind them, narrowly watching the Mexican all the while. The horse fought for some time and then started south, the riders shouting while Antonio, still waving his arms, plodded homeward on foot. Great joy filled Johnny's heart as he gloated over the Mexican's predicament. "Hoof it, you greasy snake! Kick up th' dust, you lazy lizard!" "They can't get in th' game again for some time, till they get cayuses," remarked Red. "That makes four less to deal with, counting th' Greaser as a whole man." "Three an' a third," corrected his companion. "He acts like he had all eternity to get nowhere--look at him! Let's go down an' rope him. He's on th' prod now--we can have a lot of fun." "If I go down there it'll be to plug him good," Red replied. "You hang around out here for a while. I'm goin' west--Pete's in that house alone--so long, Kid." Johnny grinned a farewell to Antonio and followed instructions while his friend rode towards the Peak to assist Pete, the lonely, who as it happened, would be very glad to see him. CHAPTER XVII PETE IS TRICKED Pete Wilson grumbled, for he was tiring of his monotonous vigil, and almost hoped the H2 would take the house because of the excitement incident to its re-capture. At first his assignment had pleased, but as hour after hour passed with growing weariness, he chafed more and more and his temper grew constantly shorter. With the exception of smoking he had exhausted every means of passing the time; he knew to a certainty how many bushes and large stones were on the plateau, the ranges between him and distant objects, and other things, and now he had to fall back on his pipe. "Wish some son-of-a-thief would zephyr up an' start something," he muttered. "If I stays in this fly-corral much longer I'll go loco. A couple of years back we wouldn't have waited ten minutes in a case like this--we'd 'a chased that crowd off th' range quick. What's getting into us has got me picking out th' festive pea, all right."