The three stopped on the crest of a swell and watched them attentively.
"One! two! three! four! five! six! seven! eight! nine! ten! eleven! twelve! thirteen!" counted the far-sighted boy.
"An' them thirteen specks are thirteen men on horseback," continued the Panther, "an' now I wonder who in the name of the great horn spoon they are!" "Suppose we see," said Obed.

"All things are revealed to him who looks--at least most of the time.

It is true that they are more than four to our one, but our horses are swift, and we can get away." "That's right," said the Panther.

"Still, we oughtn't to take the risk unless everybody is willin'.

What do you say, Ned ?" "I reply 'yes,' of course," said the boy, "especially as I've an idea that those are not Mexicans.