"Good!" called Thurstane, nodding and smiling at the successful marksman. "That is the way to do it. You are a match for half a dozen of them as long as you will keep cool." The besieged travellers could now look about quietly and see how matters stood with them. The six wagons were by this time drawn up in two ranks of three each, so as to form a compact mass. As the one which contained the ladies had been the leader and the others had formed on it to right and left, it was in the centre of the first rank, and consequently pretty well protected by its neighbors. The drivers and muleteers had recovered their self-possession, and were all sitting or standing at their posts, with their miscellaneous arms ready for action. Not a human being had been hit as yet, and only three of the mules wounded, none of them seriously. The Apaches were all around the train, but none of them nearer than two hundred yards, and doing nothing but canter about and shout to each other. "Where is Texas Smith?" demanded Thurstane, missing that mighty hunter, and wondering if he were a coward and had taken refuge in a wagon. "He went off shutin' an hour ago," explained Phineas Glover. "Reckon he's astern somewhere." Glover, by the way, had been useful. In the beginning of the affray he had brought his mule alongside of the headmost wagon, and there he had done really valuable service by blazing away alarmingly, though quite innocuously, at the gallopading enemy. "It's a bad lookout for Texas," observed the Lieutenant "I shouldn't want to bet high on his getting back to us." Coronado looked gloomy, fearing lest his trusted assassin was lost, and not knowing where he could pick up such another. "And how are the ladies?" asked Thurstane, turning to Glover. "Safe 's a bug in a rug," was the reply. "Seen to that little job myself. Not a bugger in the hull crew been nigh 'em." Thurstane cantered around to the front of the wagon which contained the two women, and called, "How are you?" At the sound of his voice there was a rustle inside, and Clara showed her face over the shoulder of the driver. "So you were not hurt?" laughed the young officer. "Ah! that's bully." With a smile which was almost a boast, she answered, "And I was not very frightened." At this, Aunt Maria struggled from between two rolls of bedding into a sitting posture and ejaculated, "Of course not!" "Did they hit you?" asked Clara, looking eagerly at Thurstane. "How brave you are!" he replied, admiring her so much that he did not notice her question. "But I do hope it is over," added the girl, poking her head out of the wagon. "Ah! what is that?" With this little cry of dismay she pointed at a group of savages who had gathered between the train and the mouth of the cañon ahead of it. "They are the enemy," said Thurstane. "We may have another little tussle with them. Now lie down and keep close."