"Why!" I exclaimed in alarm, "don't you think that the captain and Tom will locate us soon and get us out of this?"
"Perhaps," replied Jim, "but they may have troubles of their own. Anyhow there must be at least a hundred of these Apaches down below, and there is no telling how many more there will be in another day. They will probably have all their howling relatives here within the radius of two hundred miles to join in the picnic."
"I believe the captain will find some way out if he can only locate us," I said.
"Odds are odds," replied Jim, doggedly. "I don't want him to run any desperate chance on my account."
"What are we to do?" I inquired anxiously. "Don't you suppose that we could get through their lines to-night, it is so dark and stormy?"
Jim shook his head.
"I thought of that. We would stand a chance to make our escape on foot, but not with the horses."
"Leave them," I cried desperately.
"You idiot," exclaimed Jim, "what would we do in this country without horses? We would never reach the Colorado River."
"I don't care if we don't," I said irritably.