“Looks as if you’d have to wire to Denver for them,” suggested Mr. Vernon, as one shop after another was canvassed without success for the desired boots.
This shopping excursion was very interesting to the scouts; they would stop to admire or inspect the displays in the stores, or watch with curiosity any unusual sight on the streets. As all these diversions took time, it was several hours before Mr. Gilroy turned back to The Cardenas, the hotel where they had registered.
“As soon as we get there, I’ll have to get in a call on the long distance ’phone and order those boots from Denver,” Mr. Gilroy was saying to the girls, when Tally ran up to them.
“Say, Boss; me hope you no got shoes, eh?” exclaimed he, anxiously.
“No such luck, Tally. Why ask?” responded Mr. Gilroy.
“Me fin’ sure Indian what mak’ him fine! One Indian keep hoss-farm down Raton Mountain way, an’ he take me to house where fam’ly all mek’ fine shoe. Plenty elk-skin you fin’ dere. So me run back, mebbe you no buy in store, eh?”
“That’s good news, Tally. Lead on, and we’ll follow gladly,” declared Mr. Gilroy, with a relieved sigh.
“What about the horses, Tally,” said Mr. Vernon, as they started down the side street.
“Indian promees he fetch righda-way to Trin’dad. He hully off ’fore me all tru spick wid heem. Mebbe he not hear me want tree pack burros.”
“Well, let’s hope he can provide us with enough to give us each one horse,” added Joan.