"'Pache off reservation. Him go dance. Firewater! Ugh!" making a
motion as if scalping himself.

"I'm hungry," called Stacy.

"Yes; so am I," added Tad. "But I think we had better not wait to eat.
We can take a bite in the saddle while we are moving."

Stacy protested loudly at this, but Tad's judgment prevailed with the
Professor, after the boys had related their experience in detail. All
hands began at once to pack up the few belongings that had been taken
from the burro, and once more they started on their way, moving
somewhat more rapidly than had been the case in the early part of the
day.

"I don't suppose there will be much use in our hurrying, Professor,"
said the lad, after they had been going a short time. "I know enough
about Indians to be sure those fellows will follow us until they
satisfy themselves who and what we are. They are up to some mischief,
and they thought we were spying on them. Otherwise, I do not believe
they would have tried to shoot us. Don't know as you could blame them
much."

"I am inclined to agree with you, Master Tad. It will be good policy
not to pay any attention to them if we discover any of them. Just go
right along about our business as if we didn't see them at all."

"And you're not likely to," grinned Tad. "Where did you say they were
going, Juan?"