and Vasquez himself was observed standing near the house.
A white horse belonging to Chavez was bolting, and a mounted man was giving chase.
No doubt the under-sheriff and his rangers had their game in front, but how were they to seize it in the snare?
The battery was masked, the garrison unknown.
If any one were at the look-out in the hills, Vasquez would be warned of their approach, and with a start of ten minutes he could defy them to run him down.
Even from his window, their approach would be observed a mile off, giving the murderers time to run for shelter to the woods.
Chance brought assistance to the rangers, for a Mexican team drove up from the direction of Greek George's ranch.
seized this waggon, bade his men picket their steeds, crawl into the wagon, and lie flat down.
Each ranger had his rifle ready for the fray.
Putting a pistol to the driver's ear, Johnson
told him to shut his mouth, and drive back towards Greek George's ranch.
In a few minutes they were at the fence.
The team stopped, the rangers leaped out. Two of the party ran to the west side, four made for the front.