The two talked together with much gesturing on the part of the Mexican, and sundry affirmative nods on the part of the first rider.

The Mexican frequently waved a hand toward the south--toward Sinkhole Camp, perhaps.

They seemed to be in a hurry, Mary V thought.

They did not tarry more than five minutes before they parted, the Mexican riding back toward the east, the first rider returning westward.

He had come cautiously, at an easy pace.