Something in her pocket thrust up the fold of her skirt. Cochise muttered a word or two that sent the other Apaches loping off down the valley. When they were some distance away, Carmena nodded almost gaily:
"Well, boys, I suppose the pie is all gone. So, if you feel you have to go, too.... Good-bye, Pete. Maybe you know, Cochise, it's sometimes a sign of bad luck to look back or drop off your horse."
The two Indians wheeled their ponies and loped after the others.
Cochise did not look back.
CHAPTER IX
THE MAN WHO WAS
Lennon sprang from his pony and steadied his rifle across the saddle. Carmena drew in a deep breath.
"That's right," she approved. "Keep him covered. Shoot if he turns—but not Pete."