The one man at bay whirled round twice, with a bullet in his heart and an arrow through his neck. "Now!" he made one fierce effort to cry, as he staggered again and dropped on his face, to be trampled under forty feet.
Brewster answered that she would, of course. He was rather annoyingly proprietary and sure of her.
"I don't know how true it was, and I certainly ain't going to look her up in her rancheria to find out."
"Well," answered Cairness, "I have been talking to them, chiefly to Geronimo. They have a good place for their rancheria on that hilltop. It is an old lava bed, an extinct crater, and it is a perfect fortress. There are three gulches between us and them, and a thousand men couldn't take the place."
"To have brought an abandoned woman into our home."