We thought perhaps he had been scared by some stray shot, and we did not pay much attention to his story.
Soon after, however, we passed a sort of old adobe ruin, out of which crept two bare-headed Mexicans, so badly frightened that their dark faces were pallid; their hair seemed standing on end, and they looked stark mad with fear.

They talked wildly to the guide, and gesticulated, pointing in the direction of the Pass.

They had been fired at, and their ponies taken by some roving Apaches.

They had been in hiding for over a day, and were hungry and miserable.

We gave them food and drink.