Then up a little higher the now unencumbered engineers trod.

When they halted they could see far and wide over this strange country.
"Now, what ?" asked Hazelton.
"Luncheon, if I had my choice," muttered Tom.

"But that's out of the question, I fear." "Unless we can catch a rabbit, or something, with our hands." "Harry, I wonder if we can find the trail all the way back to the railroad.

These mountain paths are crooked affairs at best." "We know the general direction, and our pocket compasses will serve us," Hazelton nodded.
"Don Luis seems to think that he can stop us from getting through to the railroad." "I'm not so sure that he can't, either, Tom.

Hang these little Mexicans.