Figure it Out For Yourself

Bent double, I made a bolt for the trap-door, as gunfire broke out from the other side of the valley. I heard slugs zip past me as I half fell, half scrambled down the ladder.

'Are you hurt?' Mary asked breathlessly.

'No.'

I didn't pause, but ran into the outer room in time to see Mac standing in the open doorway, blazing away into the darkness like General Custer in his last stand.

As I joined him, he stopped firing and stepped back into the shelter of the doorway. 'We got 'em pal!' he exclaimed. 'The whole damn five of them. How about a quick rush into the bushes before the rest of them get over here?'

Mary joined us.

'Come on,' I said. This is our chance. Mac'll go first. Then you. I'll be behind you. Jump for the bushes.

'Ready?'

She nodded.

'Go ahead.'

Mac took a flying leap through the doorway into the thick undergrowth below.

IV

We lay in the darkness and thick scrub, well away from the cabin and stared across the floor of the valley. There was no movement on the opposite hillside, no gunfire, no voices. Mac rubbed his face with his hand and hunched his shoulders. The desert was cold now, and the wind, coming of the hills, had a nip in it.

'They're keeping quiet, aren't they?' he said in an under tone.

'Yeah.' I took the half-empty flask of rum from him end offered it to Mary. 'Have some before this guy drinks the lot.'

She shook her head.

'I'm all right'

I tilted the flask and let some of the raw spirit trickle down my throat. It wasn't my idea of a drink, but it was the right stuff to keep out the cold.

'I think we can go on,' I said. 'No point in lying here if they're not coming over.' 'Do you think they've gone back to the mine?' she asked.

'Maybe. Let's go and see. He may have decided to go back there and shift the reefers rather than lose any more men. With any luck, the cops will be there to meet him.'

'Unless he spotted your girl,' Mac said, getting to his feet.

'Come on. Let's get over there.'

I led the way, moving fast, but keeping under cover, taking no risks. The way was downhill. Ahead of us the bushes and shrubs began to thin out, and the face of the bill gradated slowly to the floor of the valley. We had only another fifty yards ahead of us before we reached the flat, open plain of the desert.

We paused and examined the ground before us. The moonlight reflected on the sand. You could have seen any movement a half a mile away.

'If they're still in the hills, this is where we get shot in the back,' Mac muttered. 'Going to chance it?'

'Yeah. You two stay here. If nothing happens to me, come on after me.'

'You're a sucker for trouble, aren't you?' Mac said and gave me a slap on the back.

Mary said in her calm, matter-of-fact voice, 'I don't think they're up there. I think they've gone on to the mine.'

I hoped she was right as I slid down the little slope on to the sand. I began to run, zigzagging a little my shoulders hunched, and covering the ground rapidly. Nothing happened. I ran on for a couple of hundred yards, then stopped and turned. Mac and Mary were running after me. I waited for them to catch me up.

'They're at the mine,' I said. 'Spread out and keep moving. Drop fiat if there's any shooting.' We began to run over the undulating sand towards the mine. Every now and then we paused to get our breath, but I kept them at it. I was worried, thinking of Paula, wondering if she had got through. The silence worried me. If Mifflin had arrived, there should have been shooting. After a while, the sloping edge of the quarry came into sight.

I signaled to the other two to stop, waved them to me.

'We crawl the rest of the way,' I said. 'Barrett may have left a look-out and we don't want to run into him. You keep in the rear,' I went on to Mary. 'Leave this to Mac and me.'

We set off again, moving slowly now, using every scrap of cover, making no noise. Mac suddenly pointed, and I followed the direction of his finger. I could just make out a man's head, outlined against the horizon, as he knelt in the scrub, looking our way.

Mac put his mouth close to my ear. 'I'll take him' he said. 'I was a Ranger once. This is right up my alley.'

I nodded and watched him crawl in a circling movement towards the watcher.

Mary slid over the sand and lay by me. She too had seen the head against the horizon.

We waited. Nothing happened, and I began to wonder what Mac was playing at. The watcher suddenly half stood up, looking our way. He made a beautiful target against the sand and the moonlight. Then he gave a sharp cough and dropped face downwards in the sand. Mac waved and disappeared once more behind the sand ridge. I crawled, on, motioning Mary to keep in the rear.