Three corners he turned, coming at length to the main street of the city. There he turned about a moment later and was face to face with the man who had been following him. This chap would have passed on, but Frank promptly stepped out and confronted him. He saw a small, wiry, dark-skinned individual, on whose right cheek there was a triangular scar.
“I beg your pardon,” said Merry.
“Si, señor,” returned the man with the scar, lifting his eyebrows in apparent surprise.
“You seem very interested in me,” said Merry quietly. “But I wish to tell you something for your own benefit. It is dangerous for you to follow me, and you had better quit it. That’s all. Adios!”
“Carramba!” muttered the man, glaring at Frank’s back as Merriwell again strode away.
CHAPTER VIII—FELIPE DULZURA.
CHAPTER VIII.
FELIPE DULZURA.
Frank did not find Rufus Staples at Warner. He had been there, however, and gone; but no one seemed to know where. The afternoon of a sunny day found Merry mounted on a fine horse, emerging from the mountains into a black valley that was shut in on either side by savage peaks. Through this valley lay a faint trail winding over the sand and through the forests of hideous cactus and yucca trees.