There were half a dozen drunken mule drivers at the place and we thought they would take a hand but they did not.

That night Jeffs.

thought to try us to see what we would have done and left us bathing in a mountain stream and rode on ahead and hid himself behind a rock in a canon and lay in ambush for us.

We were jogging along in the moonlight and Somerset was reciting the "Walrus and the Carpenter," when suddenly Jeffs.

let out a series of yells in Spanish and opened fire on us over our heads.