"Take my advice," said Strong, "and let them alone. This is none of your quarrel. If the Mexicans want to fight among themselves, let them. It's a family quarrel and you will only make matters worse by interfering. The time may come when these very men may prove your best friends."
"That's the advice I gave when we first discovered them to-day. I wish now we had all followed it."
"If we are not going to do anything," declared Adrian, "the quicker we get out of here the better."
"I consider that more good advice," laughed Billie, "especially as I am just reminded that I haven't had a bite to eat since noon. But I have no horse."
"That's easily remedied," replied Strong.
He went into the old ruin and in a few minutes returned with a very good animal, all saddled and bridled.
"It will not be missed," he said. "Now ride for your lives. Take the trail to the left and don't let moonlight catch you within five miles of here."
"Aren't you coming with us?" asked Donald.
"No! I am better off here."
"How will you account for your white hair?"