They might hear the horses when they wouldn't hear us."
"Good idea," said Obed White. "Nothing risk, nothing see."
They tethered the horses to the low bushes, marking well the place, as
the heavy, white fog was exceedingly deceptive, distorting and
exaggerating when it did not hide. Then the three went forward, side by
side. Ned looked back when he had gone a half dozen yards, and already
the horses were looming pale and gigantic in the fog. Three or four
steps more and they were gone entirely.
But they heard the sounds again in front of them, although they were now
of a different character. They were confined in one place, which showed
that the Mexicans had not resumed their march, and the tread of horses'
hoofs was replaced by a metallic rattle. It occurred to Ned that the
Mexicans might be intrenching and he wondered what place of strength
they had found.
The boy had the keenest eyes of the three and presently he saw a dark,
lofty shape, showing faintly through the fog. It looked to him like an
iceberg clothed in mist, and he called the attention of his comrades to
it. They went a little nearer, and the Ring Tailed Panther laughed low
between his shut teeth.
"We'll have our fight," he said, "an' these Mexicans won't go back to
Cos as fine as they were when they started.
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