That will get us out into the valley, and in the river road.

We're not likely to meet any one after nightfall in these days of Indian alarms.

Four more will bring us to Albuquerque, long after the sleepy townsfolk have gone to bed.

We've let it go late enough, anyhow, and mustn't delay here any longer.

Look well to your mules, _mozos! Vamonos_!" At the word all started together down the gorge, the speaker, as before, leading the way, Roblez next, and the mozos with their laden mules stringing out in the rear.
Soon after, they re-entered the mountain defile, and, once more heading north-westward, silently continued on for the valley of the Rio del Norte.