But they could see nothing through
the heavy white fog which covered everything like a blanket of snow.
"Suppose we ride parallel with them," whispered Ned. "We can go by the
sounds and by the same means we can tell exactly what they do."
"A good idea," said Obed. "We are going over prairie which affords easy
riding. We've got nothing to fear unless some lamb strays from the
Mexican flock, and blunders upon us. Even then he's more likely to be
shorn than to shear."
They advanced for some time, guided by the hoofbeats from the Mexican
column. But before the sun could rise and dispel the fog the sound of
the hoofbeats ceased.
"They've stopped," whispered the Ring Tailed Panther, joyously. "After
all they're not goin' to run away an' they will give us a fight. They
are expectin' reinforcements of course, or they wouldn't make a stand."
"But we must see what kind of a position they have taken up," said Obed.
"Seeing is telling and you know that when we get back to Colonel Moore
we've got to tell everything, or we might as well have stayed behind."
"You're the real article, all wool an' a yard wide, Obed White," said
the Ring Tailed Panther. "Now I think we'd better hitch our horses here
to these bushes an' creep as close as we can without gettin' our heads
knocked off.
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