Then, calling Streak to him, he pulled his rifle out of the
saddle holster and examined the magazine.
Rifle in hand, he first surveyed the wall of the defile opposite him.
The crevice in which he was hiding was irregular at the entrance, and a
jutting shoulder of it concealed him from view from the wall of the
defile opposite him. Another projection, opposite the jutting
shoulder, protected him from any shots that might be aimed at him from
his left.
The fissure ran, with sharp irregularities, clear up the face of the
wall behind him. He grinned with satisfaction when he saw that there
were a number of places along the upward line of the fissure which
would afford him concealment in an offensive battle with Dale's men.
He contemplated making things rather warm for the Dale contingent
presently; but first he must make sure that none of his own men was
exposed to danger.
Cautiously, then, he laid his head close to the ragged wall of the
fissure and peered upward and outward. Behind a big boulder on the
opposite side of the defile he saw a man's head appear.
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