A sort of mutual council of war of all the officers and Colonel Evans was held over the body of the dead Chiricahua scout.
"It may indicate the presence of only one warrior," said Captain Moore, "or it may mean that the whole band is near—"
At that moment a loud whoop sounded from the chaparral, westerly. It was followed by the hasty return of one of the Chiricahuas to announce that he had found the trail of the Apaches and that it led towards the south, into Mexico.
"You can follow them, then, and I cannot," said Captain Moore to Colonel Romero. "I should like to consult with Colonel Evans as to my own course."
He looked around as if searching for the owner of Santa Lucia, who had been at his elbow, but had suddenly seemed to vanish.
"UGH!" THEY SAID, AS THEY LOOKED AT HIM. "KAH-GO-MISH"
"Si, Señor Capitan," replied Colonel Romero. "We will follow the trail at once, and I am glad that all the glory is to be ours. We shall, at all events, be in a good camping-ground by sunset."
"Your whole command is with you?" asked the captain.