Maybe he thinks he kin skeer us out by a good brand o' talk.

He 's a bit o' a bluffer, that Farnham." The two watchers waited in breathless expectancy, leaning on their loaded Winchesters, their eyes eagerly fastened on the concealing cedars.

Behind where they remained in the open, yet within easy rifle-shot, the heads of Brown and Old Mike rose cautiously above the rock rampart of their natural fort.

Suddenly two men, walking abreast, emerged from out the shadow of the wood, and came straight toward them across the open ridge of rocks.

They advanced carelessly, making no effort to pick their path, and in apparently utter indifference to any possible peril.