"Hurry, boys," I yelled, "it's Juarez."
We gathered around him in an excited state, slapping him on the back, wringing his hand, and executing a war dance upon the deck of "The Captain." In reply to our numerous questions he told us simply of his trip in search of us with an occasional gleam of his white teeth.
He had met the captain and found out our plans, but not knowing exactly where we would start, he had determined to intercept us below, at the crossing of The Fathers.
He had worn out two bronchos, but was in good condition himself. It was by a curious accident that he had found us in the Temple canyon. I will explain how this was later.
CHAPTER XXVI
JUAREZ BRINGS US NEWS
"You look very much as you used to," said Jim, "only you have your hair cut. How were your father and mother?"
"Father and mother are very well," he said, speaking slowly and very distinctly in a low voice; there was only the slightest trace of an accent. "They grew younger when Juanita and I came home."
"How is Juanita?" inquired Tom with a deep and courteous interest.