Somebody's there--likely posted waiting." He was motionless for a space, listening.
"Get off-easy.

Take off your spurs." Eddie was down, whispering eagerly to Bud.

"There's a draft of air from the blow-holes that comes this way.
Sound comes outa there a lot easier than it goes in.

Sis and I found that out.

Lead your horse--if they jump us, give him a lick with the quirt and hide in the brush." Like Indians the two made their way down a rambling slope not far from where Marian had guided Bud.