Euchre's shack sat against the first rise of the slope of the wall, and Duane, by climbing a few rods, got a view of the whole valley.
Assuredly it was an outlaw settle meet.

He saw a good many Mexicans, who, of course, were hand and glove with Bland.

Also he saw enormous flat-boats, crude of structure, moored along the banks of the river.

The Rio Grande rolled away between high bluffs.

A cable, sagging deep in the middle, was stretched over the wide yellow stream, and an old scow, evidently used as a ferry, lay anchored on the far shore.
The valley was an ideal retreat for an outlaw band operating on a big scale.