He spoke rapidly, and Tonto's head bobbed comprehension and approval of the plans. "--the man who rode uphill--" was one of the points the masked man emphasized, "--slimy ground on the mountain, different from that of the gravel-bottomed Gap--" As he talked, the Lone Ranger kept an eye on the big cowpuncher he had captured. The level Basin ended in steep walls divided by Bryant's Gap. It was here that Tonto halted, lifted his right hand high in a parting gesture, and wheeled Scout about. The Lone Ranger watched his friend sweeping across the Basin on a back trail toward the ranch house. Then he turned, and in the light of an ascending moon, three-quarters grown, he saw that Yuma too had halted and was waiting in the Gap. It took but a moment for the Lone Ranger to join the prisoner, and then the two rode side by side. After a period of silence, Yuma spoke. "Can't git it tuh save me," he growled. "What's that?" Yuma looked across the space between the horses. "What in hell's yore part in things around here?" "Why?" "First yuh ride here like one of the killers. I figger you've murdered Gimlet, yuh knock hell outen me. Then, yuh lock them skunks in the cellar!" The Lone Ranger liked the outspoken manner of the man. "I reckon, from what I heard, you ain't the gent that finished Gimlet." "No." "Yer huntin' the leader o' them outlaws. Ain't that so?" The masked man said, "Stop here for a minute." Yuma reined up. "Take a look over there," the Lone Ranger said. Yuma saw six mounds of stone and earth at the base of a sheer cliff. A crude cross surmounted each of those piles. He nodded grimly. "I know about 'em. Texas Rangers, ain't they? I heard about the shootin', then a couple of the boys said someone had buried 'em." "Someone buried them," repeated the Lone Ranger. "A redskin, or someone wearin' moccasins." "An Indian," the masked man agreed softly. After a thoughtful pause, Yuma said, "That pard of yores?" "That's right." "Um-h'm." Yuma pondered further while the Lone Ranger waited. "Yuh figger I got somethin' more tuh say?" "Have you?" "Reckon so I have. As I size it up, yore out tuh do fer the ones that ambushed those men." "That," said the other, "is the whole thing in a nutshell. Whatever else may happen, the most important thing to me is to avenge the men who fill those graves." "You wasn't especial interested in shootin' up some of the skunks that done it," reflected Yuma with regret in his voice. "They can be picked up later." "Not if the rest of the pack get back. They'll let 'em out an' then all hell is goin' tuh break loose till you an' that Injun are fillin' a couple more graves." "I'm interested in the leader of this outfit." "What about that purty girl?" "What about her?"