All were about a hundred feet
distant.
The smaller one, he decided, was not to be considered, though he looked
suspiciously at it before making his decision. Its neighbor was
larger, though he reasoned that if he were to make a selection for an
ambuscade he would not choose that one either. The other two rocks
were almost the same size and he watched them warily. To the right and
left of these rocks was a clear space, flat and open, with not a tree
or a bush large enough to conceal danger such as he was in search of.
The slope up which he had just driven the horses was likewise free from
obstruction, so that if his enemy was behind any of the rocks he was
doomed to stay there or offer himself as a target for Calumet's pistol.
"Wise, I reckon," he sneered. "Figgered to plug me while the horses
was restin', knowin' I'd have to breathe them about here. Thought one
shot would get me. Missed his reckonin'. Must be a mite peeved by
this time."
His gaze became intent again, but this time it was directed to some
underbrush about two hundred yards distant, back of the rocks. With
some difficulty he could make out the shape of a horse standing well
back in the brush, and again he grinned.
"That's why he took that side," he said. "There's no place on this
side where he could hide his horse.
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