the trees to which bill and his two mates had been tied by the lipans were so situated that all that they needed was to turn their heads in order to have a good view of what was doing on the plain to the westward. they saw their captors ride out, and heard their whoops and yells of self-confidence and defiance.

"don't i wish i was with the boys just now!" growled bill.

"three more good rifles'd be a good thing for 'em."

"skinner'll fight, you see'f he don't. he'll stop some of that yelling."

"he's great on friendship and compromise," groaned bill. "he may think it's good-sense not to shoot first."

the three gazed anxiously out toward the scene of the approaching conflict, if there was to be one. they could not see the advance of their comrades, but they knew they were coming.

"hark!" suddenly exclaimed bill. "that's the boys. opened on 'em. oh, don't i wish i was thar!"

the other two could hardly speak, in their excitement and disgust. it was a dreadful thing for men of their stamp to be tied to trees while a fight was going on which might decide whether they were to live or die.

suddenly a squad of lipans came dashing in. the cords that bound them were cut—all but those on their hands—and they were rudely lifted upon bare-backed ponies and led rapidly away to the front of the battle.

they could not understand a word of the fierce and wrathful talking around them, but the gesticulations of the warriors were plainer than their speech. besides, some of them were attending to wounds upon their own bodies or those of others. some were on foot, their ponies having been shot under them. more than all, there were warriors lying still upon the grass who would never again need horses.

"it's been a sharp fight," muttered bill, "for a short one. i wonder if any of the boys went under? what are they gwine to do with us?"

a tall lipan sat on his horse in front of him, with his long lance levelled, as if only waiting the word of command to use it. it remained to be seen whether or not the order would be given, for now to-la-go-to-de himself was riding slowly out to meet captain skinner.

"he can't outwit the captain," said one of the miners. "shooting first was the right thing to do this time. skinner doesn't make many mistakes."

it was their confidence in his brains, rather than in his bones and muscles, which made his followers obey him, and they were justified in this instance, as they had been in a great many others.

the greetings between the two leaders were brief and stern, and the first question of old two knives was,

"pale-faces begin fight. what for shoot lipans?"

"big lie. lipans take our camp. tie up our men. steal our horses. ride out in war-paint. pale-faces kill them all."

the chief understood what sort of men he had to deal with, but his pride rebelled.

"all right. we kill prisoners right away. keep camp. keep horse. kill all pale-faces."

"we won't leave enough of you for the apaches to bury. there's a big band of them coming. eat you all up."

"the lipans are warriors. the apaches are small dogs. we are not afraid of them."

"you'd better be! if you had us to help you, now, you might whip them. there won't be so many of you by the time they get here. pale-faces are good friends. bad enemies. shoot straight. kill a heap."

captain skinner saw that his "talk" was making a deep impression, but the only comment of the chief was a deep, guttural "ugh!" and the captain added,

"suppose you make peace? say have fight enough. not kill any more. turn and whip apaches. we help."

"what about camp, wagon, horse, mule, blanket? all kind of plunder."

"make a divide. we'll help ourselves when we take the apache ponies. you keep one wagon. we keep one. same way with horses and mules—divide 'em even. you give up prisoners right away. give 'em their rifles, and pistols, and knives. give back all you took from them."

"ugh! good! fight apaches. then pale-faces take care of themselves. give them one day after fight."

that was the sort of treaty that was made, and it saved the lives of bill and his mates for that day at least.

it was all captain skinner could have expected, but the faces of the miners were sober enough over it.

"got to help fight apaches, boys."

"and lose one wagon, and only have a day's start afterward."

"one wagon's nothing, boys. all we care much for is in the wagon we'll choose to keep. as to the rest of it, we'll see about that. did any of you get hurt besides smith and gorham?"

"not a man. but there's two less to divide with if we ever git safe into mexico."

the chief had at once ridden back to announce the result to his braves, and they, too, received it with a sullen approval which was full of bitter thoughts of what they would do to those pale-faces after the apaches should be beaten, and the "one day's truce" ended.

the three captives were at once set at liberty, their arms restored to them, and they were permitted to return to the camp and pick out, saddle, and mount their own horses.

"the captain's got us out of our scrape," said bill. "i can't guess how he did it."

"must ha' been by shootin' first."

"and all the boys do shoot so awful straight!"

that had a great deal to do with it, but the immediate neighborhood of the apaches had a great deal more. to-la-go-to-de knew that captain skinner was exactly right, and that the lipans would be in no condition for a battle with the band of many bears after one with so desperate a lot of riflemen as those miners.

the next thing was to make the proposed "division" of the property in and about the camp. the lipan warriors withdrew from it, all but the chief and six braves. then captain skinner and six of his men rode in.

"this my wagon," said two knives, laying his hand upon the larger and seemingly the better stored of the two.

"all right. we'll take the other. this is our team of mules."

so they went on from one article to another, and it would have taken a keen judge of that kind of property to have told, when the division was complete, which side had the best of it. the lipans felt that they were giving up a great deal, but only the miners knew how much was being restored to them.

"it was worth a fight, boys," said captain skinner, when the saved wagon was hauled out among them. "there's a little spring of water out yonder beyond the bushes. not as good as the other, but it'll serve our turn."

there was little or no mourning over their two fallen companions. each man felt that his own life was worth a good deal less than he had thought that morning, and there was no telling when his turn might come.

as for the lipans, they were disposed to be sulky over the day's operations, for they could not disguise the fact that they had been pretty roughly handled by an inferior force. it was as sure as anything could be that they would take the first opportunity which might come to "square accounts" with the miners. indeed, captain skinner was not far from right when he said to his men,

"boys, it'll be a bad thing for us if the apaches don't show themselves to-morrow. we can't put any trust in the lipans."

"better tell the chief about that old man and the boy," said one of the men.

"i hadn't forgotten it. yes, i think i'd better."

it was easy to bring old two knives to another conference, and he received his message with an "ugh!" which meant a good deal. he had questions to ask, of course, and the captain gave him as large an idea as he thought safe to give of the strength and number of the apaches.

"let 'em come, though. if we stand by each other we can beat them off."

"not wait for apaches to come," said to-la-go-to-de. "all ride after them to-night. pale-faces ride with lipans."

that was a part of the agreement between them, but it had not been any part of the intention of captain skinner.

"we're in for it, boys," he said, when he returned to his own camp and reported. "we must throw the redskins off to-night. it's time for us to unload that wagon. we're close to the mexican line. every man must carry his own share."

"guess we can do that."

"i don't believe we can. it'll be as much as a man's life's worth to be loaded down too much, with all the riding we've got before us."

"we won't leave an ounce, if we can help it."

"well, not any more'n we can help."

it was strange sight, a little later, the group those ragged, weather-beaten men made around their rescued wagon, while their leader sat in front of it, with a pair of scales before him.

"some of the dust is better than other some."

"so are the bars and nuggets."

"can't help that," replied captain skinner. "everything's got to go by weight. no assay-office down in this corner of arizona."

so it was gold they were dividing in those little bags of buckskin that the men were stowing away so carefully. yellow gold, and very heavy. pockets, money-belts, saddle-bags, all sorts of carrying places on men and horses, were brought into use, until at last a miner exclaimed,

"it's of no use, boys. i don't care to have any more load about me—'specially if there's to be any running."

"or any swimming," said another.

"swimming! i've got enough about me to sink a cork man."

"and i've got all i keer to spend. enough's as good as a feast, i say."

one after another came to the same opinion, although captain skinner remarked,

"we're not taking it all, boys. what'll we do with the rest?"

"cache it. hide it."

"for the lipans to find the next day? no, boys; we'll leave it in the wagon, under the false bottom. that's the safest place for it, if any of us ever come back. no redskins ever took the trouble to haul a wagon across the mountains. it'll stay right here."

the "false bottom" was a simple affair, but well made, and there was room between it and the real bottom of that wagon to stow a great deal more than the miners were now leaving.

they would have had no time to dig a hiding-place in the earth if they had wanted to, for messengers came from to-la-go-to-de before sunset to tell them he was nearly ready to start, and from that time forward the keen eyes of strolling lipan horsemen were watching every step that was taken in the camp of their pale-face allies.

"if they want to know how much supper we eat," said the captain, "we can't help it. i only hope i can blind 'em in some way before morning."

the supper that was eaten was a hearty one, but there was no use in providing any great weight of provisions to carry with them. every man and horse had already enough to carry, and the largest and heaviest men were most in doubt as to whether they had better take any provisions at all.