… A plucky youngster, little Christobal…. We shall soon overhaul them…. One does not climb these mountains as a bull jumps oyer the barrier at the ring.…"
Natividad's garrulous flow of words was interrupted by a chuckle from Uncle Francis. Not a little astonished, he asked him what he meant, but Mr. Montgomery contented himself with replying:—"I understand, I understand." Natividad, who did not understand, eyed him doubtfully.
Just before day-break they reached the first masses of the true Andes. Their mounts did not appear over-tired, and after a two-hours' halt at a wayside guebrada, where beasts and men obtained food, they continued the journey. Over them towered the giant mountain chain, blazing in the molten light of dawn.
The half-breeds at the guebrada could not, or would not, give them any information as to those they followed. That the Indian cavalcade had not stopped there, however, was certain, or larder and loft would have been empty. Natividad, convinced he would get nothing else out of the men, forced them, in the name of "the supreme government," to exchange two strong mules for two of the horses.
Shortly after they had started again, they came on unmistakable traces of a strong party
