"
As though to carry out the trend of Billie's thoughts, the
horsemen halted near the ruin of the adobe house before mentioned
and two of their number dismounted and entered. A minute later
the rest of the band rode into the ruins and disappeared,
followed by the riderless horses of the two dismounted men.
Billie rubbed his eyes.
"I wonder if I'm getting dippy," he muttered. "Maybe that crack
on the side of my head has made me see things."
He sat down to think.
"If I only had some kind of a gun," he mused, "I wouldn't feel so
everlasting helpless. Confound that ape! If I ever see him again
I'll break his neck."
Then, after a moment's thought: "I don't believe the beast would
give up the chase. He's likely to show up at any minute.
Something has to be done."
The boy scanned the edge of the embankment, if perchance he might
see anything of his persecutor. There was nothing in sight and he
decided to go on a tour of inspection. As quietly as possible he
stole along the side of the excavation toward the spot where the
ruin stood, when once more he had that sense of being watched.
Turning his head quickly, he saw the ape about twenty paces to
one side aiming the revolver at him.
Then Billie lost his temper.
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