He would then wait until Casey returned.
"Somebody's after our outfit, most likely," Casey reasoned.

"It ain't the first time I've knowed it to happen.

So you put the hull outfit outa sight down there an' stand guard over it.

If we'd 'a' run when they opened up, they'd uh cleaned us out and left us flat.

They's two of us, an' we'll git 'em from two sides." He stuffed cold bannock into the pocket that did not hold the cartridges and disappeared, climbing the side of the gulch opposite the point which held their ambitious marksman.
To Barney's panicky expostulations he had given little heed.