They have their minds too crowded with mine-dreams to leave room for any international complications, I guess." Indeed, this seemed to be the case, for the night watchman, the Mexican, and the miners were now assembled in a little open space before the tents, gazing perplexedly into the sky, which now showed red and blue rockets, apparently sent up in answer to each other.
"There's our third man," said Shaw, as a moving light appeared not far away.

"Listen, and you'll hear him coming." The boy almost danced up and down in his excitement.
"Let me geezle him," he whispered.

"Let me make a record for valor down here," he added, with a grin.

"I might get a Carnegie medal." "You'll probably get a bullet if you don't keep quiet," advised Nestor.
"Come, we may as well hide ourselves in the thicket over there and await the turn of events." Within ten minutes the sound of hoofs was heard, indicating the advance of, perhaps, half a dozen horsemen, and then came a challenge from the night watchman's camp.

There followed a short conversation in Spanish, only a portion of which Nestor could understand.