CHAPTER XII.
BETWEEN TWO FIRES.
The ravine was filled with shrubs and trees, through which we partly forced, partly threaded our way, until we reached a spot where we were invisible from the road.
"Now off with your _cobija_ and throw it over your horse's head," said Carmen.

"If they don't hear they won't neigh, and a single neigh might be our ruin." "You mean to stay here until the troops have gone past ?" "Exactly, I knew there was a good hiding-place hereabout, and that if we reached it before the troops came up we should be safe.

If there be any more of them they will pass us in a few minutes.

Now, if you will hitch Pizarro to that tree--oh, you have done so already.

Good! Well, let us return to the road and watch.