We'll stick as close as we can under the log, until he sends in the second shot." They waited about ten minutes until the Mexican fired again.

He was in the boughs of a great oak about fifty yards away, and following the flash of his weapon they saw his chest and shoulders as he leaned forward to take aim and pull the trigger.

Obed fired and the soldier dropped to the ground.

There was a noise in the underbrush, as if his comrades were dragging him away and then the great silence came again.
As Obed reloaded he said grimly: "I think we're done with the tree-climbers.

Evil to him who evil does.
They're cured of that habit." It was now mid-afternoon and the sun was blazing down over the cliffs and forest.