There were no more signals then, but they could not banish the feeling that emissitious Mexicans were watching them from the shadows.

Directly noises were heard at the tents and a voice asked, in good English: "Where are they?
You said that only two went down the mountain." "That was right," was the reply.

"I don't see where the others can be." "Do you think they are officers ?" asked Jimmie, as the men stumbled about the tents.

"They aren't Mexicans." "I'm afraid they are officers," replied Fremont, "and we must keep pretty still.

I presume these are the fellows who were wig-wagging a little while ago." The intruders were heard moving about the tents for a time, and then they went away, blundering along over loose stones which rattled as they swept down the declivity.