He hadn’t thought of that.
“ Sí, sí. T’at Peery an’ hees hombres. T’ey seguir—mucho rapidez !”
“Any of your men left, besides you and this other?”
“No! Ningún! ”
“Suppose you build as much fire as you can out here in front while I’m stopping this egg’s bleeding, Milk River.”
The lad looked disappointed.
“Ain’t we going to bushwack them waddies none?”
“Not unless we have to.”
By the time I had put a couple of tourniquets on the Mexican, Milk River had a roaring fire lighting the buildings and most of the saucer in which they sat. I had intended stowing ’Nacio and Milk River indoors, in case I couldn’t make Peery talk sense. But there wasn’t time. I had just started to explain my plan to Milk River when Peery’s bass voice came from outside the ring of light.
“Put ’em up, everybody!”