CHAPTER IV.
The next day brought news of an obstacle to the march of the wagon train through Santa Anna and Rio Arriba.
It was reported that the audacious and savage Apache chieftain, Manga Colorada, or Red Sleeve, under pretence of wanting to make a treaty with the Americans, had approached within sixty miles of Santa Fe to the west, and camped there, on the route to the San Juan country, not making treaties at all, but simply making hot beefsteaks out of Mexican cattle and cold carcasses out of Mexican rancheros.
"We shall have to get those fellows off that trail and put them across the Bernalillo route," said Coronado to Garcia.
"The pigs! the dogs! the wicked beasts! the devils!" barked the old man, dancing about the room in a rage.

After a while he dropped breathless into a chair and looked eagerly at his nephew for help.
"It will cost at least another thousand," observed the younger man.
"You have had two thousand," shuddered Garcia.

"You were to do the whole accursed job with that." "I did not count on Manga Colorada.

Besides, I have given a thousand to our little cousin.

I must keep a thousand to meet the chances that may come.