Flatnose was painted for war, and as he rode toward the passage from the
Hole in the Wall he swung his rifle above his head and shouted a
guttural command, at which a war whoop, shrill and terrifying, went up
from the Indians, followed by a hoarse shout from the white renegades.
"Now, we'll see some fun," whispered Ted to Stella, who was lying on the
crest of the hole beside him, watching the proceedings below. "I guess
Bud has got there by this time, and is ready to protect the opening out
to the valley."
Only a few minutes had passed before there came to their ears a volley
of rifle shots, followed by yells of fear, and the whites and Indians
came rushing back into the hole, scrambling and falling over one another
in confusion.
"I thought so," chuckled Ted. "They are trapped and they know it. They
can defend the hole against all comers by that passage, but it didn't
seem to occur to them that they might be made prisoners by the same
means."
The inmates of the hole were in the confusion of terror, but at last
Flatnose and his son, Moonface, succeeded in pacifying them, and a
consultation was under way.
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