Hard by was a deserted _hatto_, or cattle-keeper's hut, where we rested while our horses grazed.
"No sign of Mejia yet," observed Carmen, as he lighted his cigar with a burning-glass.

"Shall we go on toward Tres Cruces, or return to our old camping-ground in the hills ?" "I am for going on." "So am I.But we must keep a sharp lookout.

We shall be on dangerous ground after we have crossed the Tio." "Where is the Tio ?" "There!" (pointing to the attenuated stream near us).
"That! I thought the Tio was a river." "So it is, and a big one in the rainy season, as you may have an opportunity of seeing.

I wish we could hear something of Mejia.

But there is nobody of whom we can inquire.