"Faith an' I'm oop mesilf," said she. "I couldn't slape for thinking of thim red villains."
"No redskins 'round here," almost yawned the weary sentry.
"Ye don't know that," said Norah, "and I wanted to see was you watchin'. We moight all be murdhered in bed."
"The dogs'd take care o' that," said he, "and, oh, but I'm hungry."
"I'll have you the cup of hot coffee right soon," said Norah, "and you needn't tell the byes I watched ye."
That was a bargain, but before the coffee boiled there was proof of other wakefulness besides Norah's. Mrs. Evans and Vic were out to look at the garden and to feed the chickens and to talk about what might be going on in the far-away camp which contained the red mustang.
After breakfast the cowboys went to their duties. So did Norah and the Mexican servants. Vic and her mother took a brisk horseback ride, and came back to their home.
"Everything is too quiet, mother," said Vic, impatiently. "There isn't anything going on! I want to see somebody! I want to see something! I hate this waiting."
"I'm afraid it will be days and days before we can hear from your father or Cal," said Mrs. Evans, "but I hope it will be good news when it comes."
The entire garrison of Santa Lucia, ladies, servants, and cowboys, talked of the men on the trail of Kah-go-mish, and wondered where and under what circumstances their camp might be getting breakfast.