From above they were protected from the fire of the
Indians upon the bluff by the height of the bowlder at the
foot of which they lay, while another just in front hid them
from possible marksmen across the canyon. Smaller rocks
scattered about gave promise of shelter from flank fire, and as
soon as he had deposited Eddie in the comparative safety of
their retreat Byrne commenced forming a low breastwork
upon the side facing the village--the direction from which
they might naturally expect attack. This done he turned his
attention to the opening upon the opposite side and soon had
a similar defense constructed there, then he turned his attention
to Eddie, though keeping a watchful eye upon both
approaches to their stronghold.
The Kansan lay upon his side, moaning. Blood stained his
lips and nostrils, and when Billy Byrne opened his shirt and
found a gaping wound in his right breast he knew how
serious was his companion's injury. As he felt Billy working
over him the boy opened his eyes.
"Do you think I'm done for?" he asked in a tortured
whisper.
"Nothin' doin'," lied Billy cheerfully. "Just a scratch. You'll
be all right in a day or two."
Eddie shook his head wearily. "I wish I could believe you,"
he said.
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