went on the Mexican, "I saw, on the road below us, two ox carts, such as are hired out to prospectors or relic seekers like yourself. At first I thought nothing of it. That was early this morning. When we stopped for dinner, once more having to double, I had another view of the trail, I saw the same two carts. And now, when we are about to camp, the same two carts are there."
He pointed below, for the caravan was on quite an elevation now, and down on the faint trail, which was in plain view, for it wound up the mountain like a corkscrew, were two ox carts, moving slowly along.
"They are the same ones," went on Delazes, "and they have been following us all day—perhaps longer—though this is the first I have noted them"
"Followed!" murmured Tom. "I wonder"
From his valise he took a small but powerful telescope. In the fast-fading light he focused it on the two ox carts. The next moment he uttered an exclamation of anger and dismay.
"Who is it?" asked Ned, though he was almost sure what the answer would be.
"Andy Foger and his father!" cried Tom. "I might have known they'd follow us—to learn" and then he stopped, for Senor Delazes was regarding him curiously.
