"We'll kill Great Bear; so, that'll be a toss up. You go get the medicine man. Tell him your Indian beau is down in the canyon so badly wounded that he will die and fetch him here." "Dew Drop fraid," she protested. "Don't worry, we'll fix him so he won't hurt you. I will follow along behind you to see that no harm comes to you. Two of you men go outside the cave after a while and hide there and when Dew Drop brings the man you jump on him, and carry him in--" "No, no," answered the maiden hurriedly, "me put out um medicine man eyes." "Put out his eyes?" demanded Jesse in surprise. "So," drawing her hand across her eyes and to the back of her head. "Oh, I see: you mean to blindfold him? But how are you going to do it?" "Me tell um take um cave of Great Spirit and must not see." The others gazed at the girl blankly. Jesse haw-hawed loudly. "Well, you are a wise little savage. I guess Jesse James and his band had better hang around here a while and take some lessons from you. What do you say, boys? Dew Drop ain't near so soft as her name, is she now?" "She ain't that," they chorused. "Oh hurry up," urged Frank. With that, Jesse and the girl quickly made their way out of the cave. Once outside he gave the girl explicit directions, and without further delay she sped away, quickly disappearing amid the foliage without so much as betraying her movements by the snapping of a dry twig. "A snake couldn't get away any quieter than that," nodded Jesse approvingly, and after a keen survey of rock and wood he too slipped away in the direction that Dew Drop had taken. Not quite sure of his way, Jesse cautiously mounted a rock and, shading his eyes from the setting sun, peered off to the north. He found what he was looking for, and, dropping from his perch once more took up his cautious way toward the Indian village. That he was going toward what would prove certain death, should any watchful, sneaking redskin chance to discover him or even come upon his trail, did not trouble the great bandit in the least. His brother's life was at stake and that there might be no slip up he would follow clear to the Indian village, if necessary. "I'll bring back the medicine man dead or alive," he swore under his breath. Twilight was deepening and Jesse went more boldly on. But he had made a fatal move. He had done a thing that he would not have done had his band of hardy outlaws been with him, for then Jesse's sense of responsibility would have been doubly heavy. He might expose his own life to peril unnecessarily. But for his companions, no. He took no more chances than was necessary where they were concerned. During the brief moment that he had stood poised on the rock, however, the field glass of a United States Cavalry officer chanced to be trained on that very spot. More than that the pair of eyes behind the glass, also chanced to belong to the very officer with whom the band had mixed it up earlier.