“You’ll stay right here an’ go through with this job, Harv,” West told him flatly.  “All you boys’ll do just that.  If any of you’s got a different notion we’ll settle that here an’ now.  How about it?” He straddled up and down in front of his men, menacing them with knotted fists and sulky eyes.

Nobody cared to argue the matter with him.  He showed his broken teeth in a sour grin.

“Tha’s settled, then,” he went on.  “It’s my say-so.  My orders go—­if there’s no objections.”

His outthrust head, set low on the hunched shoulders, moved from right to left threateningly as his gaze passed from one to another.  If there were any objections they were not mentioned aloud.

“Now we know where we’re at,” he continued.  “It’ll be thisaway.  Most of us will scatter out an’ fire at the rocks from the front here; the others’ll sneak round an’ come up from behind—­get right into the rocks before this bully-puss fellow knows it.  If you get a chance, plug him in the back, but don’t hurt the Injun girl.  Y’ understand?  I want her alive an’ not wounded.  If she gets shot up, some one’s liable to get his head knocked off.”

But it did not, after all, turn out quite the way West had planned it.  He left out of account one factor—­a man among the rocks who had been denied a weapon and any part in the fighting.

The feint from the front was animated enough.  The attackers scattered and from behind clumps of brush grass and bushes poured in a fire that kept the defenders busy.  Barney, with the half-breeds and the Indian at heel, made a wide circle and crept up to the red sandstone outcroppings.  He did not relish the job any more than those behind him did, but he was a creature of West and usually did as he was told after a bit of grumbling.  It was not safe for him to refuse.

To Tom Morse, used to Bully West and his ways, the frontal attack did not seem quite genuine.  It was desultory and ineffective.  Why?  What trick did Bully have up his sleeve?  Tom put himself in his place to see what he would do.

And instantly he knew.  The real attack would come from the rear.  With the firing of the first shot back there, Bully West would charge.  Taken on both sides the garrison would fall easy victims.

The constable and Onistah were busy answering the fire of the smugglers.  Sleeping Dawn was crouched down behind two rocks, the barrel of her rifle gleaming through a slit of open space between them.  She was compromising between the orders given her and the anxiety in her to fight back Bully West.  As much as she could she kept under cover, while at the same time firing into the darkness whenever she thought she saw a movement.

Morse slipped rearward on a tour of investigation.  The ground here fell away rather sharply, so that one coming from behind would have to climb over a boulder field rising to the big rocks.  It took Tom only a casual examination to see that a surprise would have to be launched by way of a sort of rough natural stairway.