The Indians made no sound beyond their
impact with the atmosphere.
They deflected suddenly and passed to the right of the grove; a moment
later the three in ambush heard them crashing through the brush. Hill
waited until the sound had grown faint in the distance before he swung
himself down and helped the boys to the ground.
"That was a close shave," he said. "Them was murderin' savages, no weak-
kneed Mission variety. I'd give two cents to know what scared 'em and
what's goin' on over yonder. They were on the rampage, which same means
thievin' and killin', or my name ain't Jim Hill."
"We're used to Indians," said Adan, with gentle pride.
"Oh, be ye? Well, if them Indians had caught you fryin' your supper,
you'd have got as well acquainted with the next world in just about
three quarters of an hour. Well, we've all got to foot it now; but it
ain't far. I'm powerful anxious to know what's goin' on over to
Sanchez'! Mebbe two tribes met and them's the victors offerin' up the
tail end of that there valiant army. Golly Moroo, but they did look
scared."
They walked on rapidly, but without further conversation; they were all
hungry, and the boys were still very fagged.
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