“We won’t say any more,” continued Frank, grasping his companion’s hand. “Let it be buried in the past. I have been a fool, and I deserve all I got. Here comes the rest of the fellows. We’ll talk over our next move with the Combination.”
CHAPTER XVI—THE ARRIVAL AT EMBUDO
“Embudo! Embudo!”
A brakeman shouted the name at the open door of a passenger car northward bound on the Denver and Rio Grande. The train was stopping at a small station in Northern New Mexico, some fifty miles north of Santa Fe.
“Embudo! Embudo!”
Another brakeman shouted the name at the open door at the other end of the car.
“Embudo! Hurrah!”
Several healthy young voices uttered the cry, and there was a general bustling within that car.
“Here’s where we leave the railroad and civilization behind, Inza,” laughed Frank, who had been chatting with Inza Burrage, who occupied a seat with a stern, hard-faced woman.
“Hurrah!” cried the girl, enthusiastically. “We’re off to the land of the Aborigines! What a jolly adventure it’s bound to be!”