Something had happened.

What could it be?
"Another cloud of dust," said Gahra, pointing to the north-west.
So there was, and moving rapidly.

Had our attention been less taken up with the guerillas this new portent would not so long have escaped us.
"Mejia! I'll wager ten thousand piasters that behind that cloud are Mejia and his braves," exclaimed Carmen, excitedly.

_Hijo de Dios!_ Won't they make mince-meat of the Spaniard?
How I wish I were with them! Shall we go back Senor Fortescue ?" "If you think--" "Think! I am sure.

I can see the gleam of their spears through the dust.
By all means, let us join them.