"Yes, I suppose so," granted Bud.
So the night camp was made, and when the horses had been turned out to graze, hobbled so they would not stray, and when the evening meal was over, the party sat about the fires, talking of but one topic—what would happen when they came up with the Yaquis.
As they were in friendly country, not after cattle rustlers and had no fear of Del Pinzo and his gang, there was felt to be no need of standing guard. But for all this Bud, Nort and Dick were a bit restless, and did not sleep as soundly as the others.
In fact along toward morning, though while it was yet very dark, Nort, thinking he heard suspicious noises, unrolled from his blanket and stood up.
"What's the matter?" came in a hoarse whisper from his brother.
"I don't know," answered Nort, in the same hoarse tones. "I thought I heard something."
"So did I," and Dick scrambled out to stand beside his brother. "Are the horses all right?"
"I hope so. We're lost without them. Let's take a look and—"
Nort stopped suddenly and pointed to the northern sky. Above the horizon shone some red sparkles of light skimming and shimmering through the dark night.
"Shooting stars!" remarked Dick, in a whisper.