Pablo spoke to his team and they moved ahead. For a moment the horsemen watched, then Tex spoke.
"All set, boys?"
"All set," came the answer.
Wheeling about, the five men rode rapidly in the opposite direction towards Devil's Canyon.
CHAPTER XXXII.
BARBARA MINISTERS TO THE WOUNDED.
Willard Holmes, after a few hours of refreshing sleep and a good breakfast prepared and served by his hostess with her own hands, announced himself as well as ever.
"But you need some fixing just the same," declared Barbara as the Indian woman entered the room carrying warm water, towels and bandages. While the young woman bent over the engineer and with firm, deft fingers removed the wrappings from his shoulder, carefully cleansed the wound and applied fresh dressing and clean bandages, he watched her face, so near his own, and wondered that he had ever thought her plain. Her skin, warmly browned by desert sun and air, was fresh and glowing with the abundance of the rich red life in her veins; her brown hair, soft and wavy, tempted him to reach up his free hand and put back a rebellious lock. He moved slightly and the brown eyes, full of womanly pity, met his.
"Does it hurt?"
He smiled and shook his head. "Not at all. In fact I think I rather enjoy it."