"It's lucky we stopped off here," remarked Tom, "because we would have run into them or at least they would have cut our trail."
"If they go east of the mesa they will do it anyway," I said, "then what will we do?"
"They would have a sweet time getting up here after us," said Jim.
"But they would starve us out," I said.
"Don't worry, Jo," Jim replied. "If they insist on hanging around we will have to turn farmers and till the soil. You and Tom would make a nice team to pull that plow, being twins; you are well matched, light bays, warranted kind and gentle."
"Any lady could drive, especially Tom," I said.
"I don't believe those fellows will bother us," said Jim, who was watching the Indians closely. Jim never allowed repartee to interfere with business. "You see they are keeping well to the west and in that case they won't see our trail."
"We will have to camp up here to-night," I said.
"Sure," replied Jim, "there is nothing else to do. It won't be long till sunset now and we want daylight for that trail."
"Do you suppose those fellows will try and come up here?" I asked.