Brocky and a lot of cowboys
are making a stand there, heading off the Kid and del Rio. So they
can't get with the others, you know. . . . Why didn't somebody tell me
about this?" he broke off, his voice shrill. "I haven't a rifle, just
a cursed revolver. Who will ..."
Again Norton interrupted sternly.
"Let's have it straight, Elmer," he commanded. "Brocky and his men are
along the arroyo, you say? And they're trying to keep between del Rio
and the Kid's crowd and the other crowd? Some of the others are still
on the mountain, then?"
"The mountain is full of them. They're pouring down and shooting as
they come; Brocky's in between. . . ."
"How many men are with him?"
"About twenty. But . . . my God! Rickard's men and del Rio's are
shooting from the east and the others are shooting from the west . . .
poor old Tommy Rudge got shot in the stomach and Denny Blain is down
and . . ."
"Del Rio and Rickard didn't come in machines did they?"
"No. Brocky said tell you they'd left their cars, sent them on filled
with loot toward the south, where a lot of other Greasers are waiting
for them; then the Kid and del Rio and about fifty men altogether
started a big herd of horses and cattle this way. Brocky tried to
stampede the herds, but the others are more than two to one, so he got
his men in the arroyo and they're giving 'em hell from there.
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