You keep yurself in readiness, and watch what I'm agoin' to do.

When you see me scoot up back'ards, follor 'ithout sayin' a word." Hamersley promised compliance, and the guide, still kneeling behind the barricade he had so cruelly constructed, commenced a series of manoeuvres that held his companion in speechless conjecture.
He first placed his gun in such a position that the barrel, resting across the hips of the dead horse, projected beyond the tail.

In this position he made it fast, by tying the butt with a piece of string to a projecting part of the saddle.

He next took the cap from his head--a coonskin it was--and set it so that its upper edge could be seen alongside the pommel, and rising about three inches above the croup.
The ruse was an old one, with some new additions and embellishments.
"It's all done now," said the guide, turning away from the carcase and crouching to where his comrade awaited him.

"Come on, Frank.