barbed wire fence; a four-wire fence at that, with stout cedar posts whereon the wire was stretched taut and true. From the look of the posts, it was not new — four or five years old, perhaps; not six 253
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years, certainly, for Applehead had ridden this way six years before and there had been not so much as a post-hole to herald the harnessing of the mesa.
Here, then, was the explanation of the fanlike spreading out of the line of Indians. They knew that the white men would be trapped by the fence, and they were cutting off the retreat — and keeping out of the hottest danger- zone of the white men's guns. Even while the four were grasping the full significance of the trap that they had ridden into unaware, the Indians topped the ridge behind them, yip-yip-yipping gleefully their coyote-like yells of triumph. The sound so stirred the slow wrath of Lite Avery that, without waiting for the word from Applehead he twisted half around in his saddle, glanced at the nearest Indian along his rifle-sights, bent his forefinger with swift deliberation upon the trigger, and emptied the saddle of one yelling renegade, who made haste to crawl behind a clump of rabbit weed.
' They howl like a mess uh coyotes,' Lite observed in justification of the shot, ' and I'm getting sick of hearing 'em.'
' Mama! ' Weary exclaimed annoyedly, ' that darn fence is on an Tip-slope, so it's going to be next to impossible to jump it! I guess here's where we do about an eight-hundred-foot scene of Indian Warfare, or Fighting For Their Lives. How yuh feel, Cadwalloper ?'
' Me ? ' Pink's eyes were purple with sheer, fighting rage. ' I feel like cleaning out that bunch back there. They'll have something to howl about when I get through ! '
' Stay back uh me, boys! ' Applehead's voice had a masterful sharpness that made the three tighten reins involuntarily. ' You foller me — and don't crowd up on me, neither. Send back a shot or two if them Injuns gits too ambitious.'
The three fell in behind him without cavil or question. lie was in charge of the outfit, and that settled it. Pink, released from irksome inaction by the permission to shoot, turned and fired back at the first Indian his sights rested upon. He saw a spurt of sand ten jumps in advance of his target, and he swore and fired again without waiting to steady his aim. The sorrel pack-horse, loping along fifty yards or so behind with a rhythmic 255
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clump-clump of frying-pan against coffee-pot at every leap he took, swerved sharply, shook his head as though a bee had stung him, and came on with a few stiff-legged ' crow hops ' to register his violent objection to being shot through the ear.
Pink, with an increased respect for the shooting skill of Lite Avery, glanced guiltily at the others to see if they had observed where his second bullet hit. But the others were eyeing Applehead uneasily and paid no attention to Pink or his attempts to hit an Indian on the run. And presently Pink forgot it also while he watched Applehead, who was apparently determined to commit suicide in a violently original form.
' You fellers keep behind, now — and hold the Injuns back fer a minute er two,' Applehead yelled while he set himself squarely in the saddle, gathered up his reins as though he were about to ' top a bronk ' and jabbed the spurs with a sudden sav-ageness into Johnny's flanks.
' Git outa here! ' he yelled, and Johnny with an astonished lunge, ' got.'
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his nose pointed straight out hefore him, with old Applehead leaning forward and yelling to Johnny with a cracked hoarseness that alone betrayed how far youth was behind him.
They thought at first that he meant to jump the fence, and they knew he could not make it. When they saw that he meant to ride through it, Weary and Pink groaned involuntarily at the certainty of a fall and sickening entanglement in the wires. Only Lite, cool as though he were rounding up milch cows, rode half-turned in the saddle and sent shot after shot back at the line of Navajos, with such swift precision that the Indians swerved and fell back a little, leaving another pony wallowing in the sand and taking with them one fellow who limped until he had climbed up behind one who waited for him.
' Go it, Johnny — dang yore measly hide, go to it! We'll show 'm we ain't so old 'n' tender we cain't turn a trick t' bug their dang eyes out I Bust into it! We'll show 'em ! -' And Applehead shrilled a raucous range ' Hoo-eee-ee! ' as Johnny lunged against the taut wires.
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chance ' as Applehead admitted afterward. But, as he had hoped, it happened that Johnny's stride brought him with a forward leap against the wires, so that the full impact of his eleven-hundred pounds plus the momentum of his speed, plus the weight of Applehead and the saddle, hit the wires fair and full. They popped like cut wires on a bale of hay — and it was lucky that they were tight strung so that there was no slack to take some of the force away. It was not luck, but plain shrewdness on Applehead's part, that Johnny came straight on, so that there was no tearing see-saw of the strands as they broke. Two inch-long cuts on his chest and a deeper, longer one on his foreleg was the price Johnny paid, and that was all. The lower wire he never touched, since it was a leap that landed him against the fence. He lurched and recovered himself, and went on at a slower gallop while Applehead beckoned the three to come on.
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they's another one Johnny 'n' me kin make it, mebby.'
' Well, I was brought up in a barbed wire country,' Pink exploded, ' but I'll be darned if I ever saw a stunt like that pulled off before! '
' We-ell, I hed a bronk go hog-wild ? n' pop three wires on a fence one time,' Applehead explained modestly, ' 'n' he didn't cut hisself a-tall, skurcely. It's all accordin' t' how yuh hit it, I reckon. Anyway, I calc'lated it was wuth tryin', 'cause we shore woulda had our hands full if we'd a stopped at that fence, now I'm tellin' yuh! ']SP another thing,' he added bodefully, ' I figgured we'd better be gittin' to Luck 'n' his bunch. I calc'late they need us, mebby.'
No one made any reply to that statement, but even Lite, who never had been inclined to laugh at him, looked at Applehead with a new respect. The Indians, having scurried back out of range of Lite's uncomfortably close
