CHAPTER XVI
EDDIE MAKES GOOD
BILLY BYRNE and Eddie Shorter rode steadily in the direction
of the hills. Upon either side and at intervals of a mile or
more stretched the others of their party, occasionally visible;
but for the most part not. Once in the hills the two could no
longer see their friends or be seen by them.
Both Byrne and Eddie felt that chance had placed them
upon the right trail for a well-marked and long-used path
wound upward through a canyon along which they rode. It
was an excellent location for an ambush, and both men
breathed more freely when they had passed out of it into
more open country upon a narrow tableland between the first
foothills and the main range of mountains.
Here again was the trail well marked, and when Eddie,
looking ahead, saw that it appeared to lead in the direction of
a vivid green spot close to the base of the gray brown hills he
gave an exclamation of assurance.
"We're on the right trail all right, old man," he said.
"They's water there," and he pointed ahead at the green
splotch upon the gray. "That's where they'd be havin' their
village. I ain't never been up here so I ain't familiar with the
country. You see we don't run no cattle this side the river--
the Pimans won't let us.
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