He was glad that his serape was of a modest brown, instead of the bright colors that most of the Mexicans loved.

A soldier passed within ten feet of him, but in the twilight did not notice him.

It was enough to make one quiver.

Another passed a little later, and he, too, failed to see the fugitive.

But a third, if he came, would probably see, and leaving the tumulus Ned ran to another where he hid again for a few minutes.
It was the boy's object to make off through the neighboring forest after passing from tumulus to tumulus, but he found soon that another body of soldiers was camping upon the far side of the ruined city.