It was some time before the excitement caused by the monkey’s visit died down sufficiently to allow the travelers to go to sleep again. It was morning when they awoke, and prepared to get breakfast.
“We need some water to make coffee,” said Jerry, who had agreed to get the morning meal. “As chief cook and bottle washer I delegate Bob to find some. Take the pail in the auto.”
Bob started for the receptacle, and, as he reached the door of the hut he gave a cry.
“What’s the matter?” called Jerry and Ned.
“There’s a man out here,” replied Bob.
“Well, he won’t bite you,” said Jerry. “Who is he?”
“Pardon, senors,” called a voice, and then, into the hut staggered a Mexican, who bore evidences of having passed through a hard fight. His face was cut and bruised, one arm hung limply at his side, and his clothing was torn.
“What’s the matter?” cried Jerry.
Before the stranger could reply he had fallen forward in a faint.