'
"We had now long ceased to hear the baying of the dog, which had
been most unpleasantly clear when we got off the old hoss that had
done us such a good turn. We made sure, too, that we were well
ahead, for they would likely wait an hour in trying to pick up the
trail again. Daylight came at last; and when it was light enough to
see we stopped and took a look from a slight rise, and there,
across the plain, we could see the road just where we expected.
Nothing was moving upon it, nor, looking back, could we see any
sign of the Mexicans. Away to the left, a mile or so, we could see
a clump of trees, and something like the roof of a house among
them. This, we had no doubt, was Pepita's. About a mile down the
road the other way was a biggish wood, through which the road ran."
'Let's make for that wood, Rube, and wait; the Cap will be up in
another half-hour, and it ain't likely the Mexicans will be along
much before that. They're likely to stop for a drink at Pepita's.'
In another ten minutes we were in shelter in the wood, taking care
not to get upon the road, in case the Mexicans should come along
with the hound before our men. We hadn't been there twenty minutes
before we both heard a trampling of horses; but it was a minute or
two more before we could decide which way they were coming.
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