"Something else this time," remarked Frank. "Fact is, our chance has come to get up out of here with the nags!"
CHAPTER XI
THE BLACK NIGHT
"How does this suit you, Bob?"
Frank asked this question as he and his comrade sat there in their saddles, and glanced around at the peaceful scene. They had climbed the bank of the barranca, and reached a spot where the grass was growing under a cluster of mesquite trees.
"It looks good enough for me," replied the young Kentuckian.
"Plenty of forage for the horses," Frank went on, nodding his head as he looked; "and do you see that little trickling stream of water that crawls along? All we have to do is to hide the horses here. When we want 'em, the chances are we'll find 'em safe."
"I hope so," remarked Bob, as he alighted.
In a short time they had removed saddles and bridles, hiding these among the neighboring rocks, together with their supplies, and had picketed the horses by means of the lariats.