"Here is the carreta, Señor Mendoza, and footprints leading on. Have the men bring lights."
Mendoza's voice gave some order.
"Juan Antonio, you did well," he continued.
The Indians, Yoscolo and Stanislaus, vanished like wraiths.
"More Injuns, Cap'?" inquired Brown.
"Possibly. Let us go."
"And leave the ladies to be skeered to death? No, sirree! I stay."
"Please stay," requested Carmelita in English. "My father is here and will thank you."
"The women are safe, Brown. Out the other entrance of the cave. Come, I tell you."
"Just as you say, Cap'—not that I'm skeered of her pop. You lead and I'll foller."