much thicker we wonât know what weâre shootinâ at.â
Beaudry divided his forces now, as Bill had foreseen. Ten minutes later three of his men leaped over the crest to the left of the house and made a dash for the springs. Another ran for the tree that Chilton had failed to reach. This man was turned back too, but the other three made the rock watering-trough beside the springs.
âThey crease you, Bill?â Luther demanded anxiously as he saw a trickle of blood run down his brotherâs cheek.
âNo, just a chip of rock caught me,â Little Bill muttered. He realized that the three men at the trough could advance under cover of a fusillade from their companions. âThings ainât workinâ out so well for us,â he went on. âIf those gents out there make a rush for the door weâll have to drop âem or itâll be all over with us.â
âIt ainât what we want to do,â Luther murmured gravely, âbut thereâs some things you canât walk away from. Iâm afraid I winged the hombre that tried to reach the tree.â
âIâm goinâ to try to get âem out from behind the trough,â Bill told him. âYou hold Six-gun steady there in the corner so I can stand on the saddle. Iâm goinâ to fire over the top of the wall. Theyâll be right under my gun. Iâll give âem a chance to back away if they want it. If they donât take it, Iâm goinâ to bust âem, Luther.â
âGet up there and Beaudry will pick you off from the ridge!â Luther warned. âDonât you try it! I been thinkinâ things over, Bill. Maybe we made a mistake not to parley with them.â
âWhat sense would there be in doinâ it? He wants our hides and nothinâ else!â
âIâm goinâ to talk to him just the same. Itâll give this smoke a chance to rise.â
âYouâre wastinâ your time,â Little Bill protested impatiently. âBut you go ahead if yuh want to.â
Beaudry answered Lutherâs hail.
âAre yuh ready to come out?â he demanded.
âWhat sort of a proposition will you make us if we do?â Luther yelled back. âWe got plenty ammunition left.â
âSo have we,â Cash informed him, âand we got plenty of time! But Iâll make a deal with yuh, Luther, if youâll come out.â
âWhat sort of a deal?â Luther inquired sceptically.
âIt ainât you we want,â Beaudry returned. âIâm inclined to be reasonable. Just walk out of thereââ
At that moment the three men at the trough made a rush for the door. Beaudryâs willingness to talk had been just a ruse to divert the attention of the two men in the house.
Little Bill cried a warning, but before Luther could leap back a bullet tore a ragged gash across his cheek.
âPump that gun!â Bill screamed at him. He was firing madly himself.
The three men fell back, one of them with a slug in his shoulder.
âThat settles it!â Little Bill raged. âTheyâd shoot yuh down even when yuh was parleyinâ with âem! Itâs them or us now, and weâre shootinâ to kill! Just bang away at anythinâ that shows!â
Chapter X
T HE gunfire from the ridge was almost continuous now. It said plainer than words that Beaudry was getting ready to rush the house.
âWe better do somethinâ about this,â Bill told Luther. âIâm goinâ to drive those hombres back from the trough or come mighty close to it.â
Although Luther protested, Little Bill made him hold Six-gun now as he stood up on the seat of his saddle.
He was seen from the ridge as soon as he poked his rifle barrel over the top of the wall. The slugs began to ping and ricochet off the wall all about him, but in some miraculous way he escaped being hit.
His own gun began to bark as he
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