"Our light did it," exclaimed Alan, "they are rushing the
barricade."
"Indians don't rush together, if it is Indians," replied Ned. "Keep
on up the bank, Bob. It's risky for Elmer," he added with a husky
voice, "but we've got to take chances."
Again the light flashed. Ned and Alan hurried to the bridge.
Within its circle and almost together, sealing the seamed and hard
bank of the river, were five dark figures. As the powerful light
encircled them the crouching figures sprang backwards. But they
were not quicker than the alert and prepared Ned Napier. A small
round object shot downward from his hands. The glare of flame as
the missile struck true and the thunderous roar that hurled the big
bag of the Cibola sideways told that the cordite bomb had done its
work well.
Bob was speechless. Ned and Alan were already in hurried
consultation. They could not count on fortunately finding the other
besiegers all together, "'and there are at least four more," said
Ned. The rescue of the lone besieged lad was not an easy problem.
The boys believed themselves now just above the wagon again, but
they were afraid to draw possible fire to the barricade by showing
another light.
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