They also serve who stand and hold the reins.

If you find you've got to leave in a hurry I'll be here waiting." He gathered up the reins of the three horses and remained quietly on the plain, while Ned and the Panther went forward, making straight for the light.
When they came to the edge of the chaparral they knelt among the bushes and listened.

Now both distinctly heard the occasional movement of horses, and they saw the dusky outlines of several figures before the fire, which was about three hundred yards away.
"They are bound to be Mexicans," whispered the Panther, "'cause there are no Texans in this part of the country, an' you an' me, Ned, must find out just who they are." "You lead the way, Panther," said Ned.

"I'll follow wherever you go." "Then be mighty careful.

Look out for the thorns an' don't knock your rifle against any bush." The Panther lay almost flat.