At length it was decided that the next day Mr. Hampton, with Bob and Jack, would fly back to the Hampton ranch in New Mexico. Frank, Tom and Roy Stone were to ride for the border at the same time, after another night's sleep at the cave. Morales and Von Arnheim, to whom Don Fernandez spoke personally, were apprised of the turn of affairs, and were told to stay at the cave, which was plentifully provisioned, until a relief party from headquarters could reach them with mounts.
Then "good nights" were said, and at their three different points our respective characters retired for the night, well pleased with the outcome of their adventures.
CHAPTER XXXII
MORE ADVENTURE AHEAD
"Farewell, Senor Jack Hampton."
Jack clasped the sprightly Spanish girl's hand, reluctant to release it. It was noon of the next day. Brilliant sunshine flooded the landing field of the Calomares ranch. Bob already had clambered into the pilot's seat of the airplane. Mr. Hampton stood to one side, exchanging farewells with Don Fernandez.
"Not farewell, Senorita," said Jack, ardently. "We must meet again."
The girl shrugged.
"But where?" said she. "Will you come back to capture our castle again?"
"No," said Jack, grinning. "But," he added, significantly, "I may come back—to capture one of its inhabitants."