"Where is it, then?" said Bill.
"The first river we forded was the north fork of the Yaqui, and this is the other fork. When we're on the other bank of that, we're in Mexico. We can go in any line we please, then."
The whole band broke out into a chorus of cheers.
Whatever may have been their reason for wishing to get out of the United States, particularly that part of it, it must have been strong enough to make them anxious. They were not contented for a moment until this second "fork" was also forded.
Then a good place for a camp was selected, and the weary horses were unsaddled.
[to be continued.]
[MR. THOMPSON AND A BIRD WITH A LANTERN.]
BY ALLAN FORMAN.
"Pooh!" said Mr. Thompson, after examining a dark lantern I had purchased for the skating season—"pooh! there is nothing new about a dark lantern; they are very common. Why, down on Long Island, where I spent last summer, even the birds carry them."