"If they can, the
boys will come back," he argued, "and I'll only get out of this when
I have to."
To Elmer's surprise the attackers had been strangely silent for some
time. With more experience he would have known that this meant even
greater danger, but he only hoped it was due to the distracting and
mysterious flying light. Then the sepulchral green light burst out
in its funnel-like volume. It was coming back. It flared, went
out, shot over the distant sands again like a searching' eye and
then began moving straight up the river bank towards the wagon.
Then came the earth rending explosion. Nor could the besieged boy
know even then that Ned's well-aimed bomb had sent five Utes to
their last sleep.
When the sound of the explosion had died away and Elmer had
recovered himself--for the shock had thrown him forward on the
barricade--the whirr of the Cibola's motor was again far away. But
it was directly above him!
As if the attackers had been paralyzed by the explosion, the long
interval continued without a shot. Then suddenly, from the right
and left and front, the real attack began.
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