No answer at all.
"Quick, Jim, give me the lantern," he called, and in a moment the glimmering light went bounding down the rocky trail, back to the road.
And there the two soldiers met—Pike trotting up rapidly from the west, the captain swinging his lantern in the Pass.
"Where's Manuelito?" was the fierce demand.
"WHERE'S MANUELITO?"
"Gone, sir. Gone and taken the mules with him. The wagon's back there four hundred yards up the road."