"Just now we've got to travel down this hill and see what Ned Nestor is about." The officer talked with his men in whispers for some moments, and Jimmie saw that they were all anxious about something.

Finally, directing two of his men to remain under arms at the tents, he set off down the mountain with the other four.

As they disappeared Jimmie beckoned the drummer aside.
"What do they want of Ned Nestor ?" he asked.
"They want some information he has," was the reply.

"They were sent here to confer with him.

Did you think they were Greasers because they wore the ragged clothes over their good ones?
Huh! They had to do that, and talk Spanish, too, in order to get in here.