He wheeled his horse, waved his hand, and, with his troop clattering at his heels, rode swiftly away.
CHAPTER XXV
AN AMAZING MEETING
"Well," Marty observed, just as though he were awakening from a dream—and an unbelievable one at that—"I s'pose we might's well toddle along into town. You're a wonder, Janice. You certainly pulled us out of one big mess—didn't she, Carlitos?"
The Mexican grinned, pocketing the money and the paper they had signed. "The señorita a fine la-dee, eh?" he said. "She make even the Señor Gomez dance when she whistle—by goodness, yes!"
Janice could not call up much of a smile. She was anxious to get into San Cristoval, and she was so wearied by the long ride in the automobile that she could scarcely hobble along, clinging to Marty's arm.
"Where shall we look for lodgings in the town, Carlitos?" she asked. "You must know some hotel."
"The Golden Fan," the man said promptly. "It is as good as any. I leev you here to find horse. Adios, señorita; adios, señor."
The cousins went on wearily together. Even the volatile Marty seemed lost in thought. Finally he said:
"Well! if they catch him——"