The horses had fallen far behind, and Lawler rode to meet them, curious to know what had happened.
When he rode up, the horse-wrangler, a man named Garvin--a stocky individual with keen, inquiring eyes--advanced to meet him.
"Boss," he said, shortly; "there's somethin' mighty wrong goin' on behind us.

Me an' Ed--my helper--has been kind of hangin' back, bein' sort of curious.

They's a bunch of ornery-lookin' guys trailin' us.

I first saw 'em after we'd struck the bottom of that canon.

They was just comin' around that big bend, an' I saw 'em.