"No matter," declared Lefever. "This is a little fast for a fat man, anyway." He was not averse, either, to the prospect of a long-range exchange with the fighting mountaineers. All drew rein a little. "Suppose I cover the rear till we see what this is," suggested Lefever, limbering up as the other two looked back. "Push ahead with Sassoon. These fellows won't follow far." "Don't be sure about that," muttered Scott. "Duke and Gale have got the best horses in the mountains, and they'd rather fight than eat. There they come now." Dashing across a plain they themselves had just crossed, they could see three horsemen in hot chase. The pursued men rode carefully, and, scanning the ground everywhere ahead and behind, de Spain, Scott, and Lefever awaited the moment when their pursuers should show their hand. Scott was on the west of the line, and nearest the enemy. "Who are they, Bob?" yelled Lefever. Scott scrutinized the pursuers carefully. "One," he called back, "that big fellow on the right, is Deaf Sandusky, sure. Harvey Logan, likely, the middle man. The other I can't make out. Look!" he exclaimed, pointing to the foot-hills on their distant left. Two men, riding out almost abreast of them, were running their horses for a small canyon through which the trail led two miles ahead. "Some riding," cried Scott, watching the newcomers. "That farther man must be Gale Morgan. They are trying for the greasewood canyon, to cut us off." "We can't stand for that," decided de Spain, surveying the ground around them. "There's not so much as a sage-brush here for cover." Lefever pointed to his right; at some distance a dark, weather-beaten cone rose above the yellow desert. "Let's make a stand in the lava beds," he cried. De Spain hesitated. "It takes us the wrong way." He pointed ahead. "Give them a run for that canyon, boys." Urging their horses, the Sleepy Cat men rode at utmost speed to beat the flanking party to the trail gateway. For a few minutes it looked an even break between pursuers and pursued. The two men in the foot-hills now had a long angle to overcome, but they were doing a better pace than those of the Gap party behind, and half-way to the canyon it looked like a neck-and-neck heat for the narrow entrance. Lefever complained of the effort of keeping up, and at length reined in his horse. "Drop me here on the alkali, boys," he cried to the others. "I'll hold this end while you get through the canyon." "No," declared de Spain, checking his pace. "If one stays, all stay. This is as good a time as any to find out what these fellows mean." "But not a very good place," commented Scott, as they slowed, looking for a depression. "It's as good for us as it is for them," returned de Spain abruptly. "We'll try it right here."