"Merciful goodness! look there—look at that man's face! Can the dead return to life?"
He pointed at the man on the brink of the ravine above them. The light of the moon fell fairly on the face of this man, which was plainly revealed to every one of the startled and thunderstruck party.
"Move lively, down there!" cried the man, with a warning gesture.
"There have been spies upon you, and Pacheco knows where you have stopped for the night."
Bushnell dropped his rifle, clutching at the neck of his shirt, and gasping for breath.
"By ther livin' gods!" he shouted, "it's my pard, Jack Burk, or it's his spook!"
"Id vas a sbook!" gurgled Hans Dunnerwust, quivering with fear. "Id vos der sbook uf der man vot we seen deat as a toornail!"
In truth, the man on the brink of the ravine looked like Jack Burk, who had been declared dead in the adobe hut near Mendoza.
"It is a resemblance—it must be a resemblance!" muttered Frank.
Once more the man above uttered a warning: