"Coming this way, too.
Behind that cloud is a body of horsemen.

Be they friends or enemies--Mejia and his people or loyalist guerillas ?" "That is more than I can say, senor.

Mejia, I hope." "I also.

But hope is not certainty, and until we can make sure we had better hedge away toward the north, so as to be nearer the hills in case we have to run for it." "You think we had better make for the hills in that case ?" I asked.
"Decidedly.

Mejia is sure to return thither, and Morale's men are much less likely to follow us far in that direction than south or east." So, still riding leisurely, we diverged a little to the right, keeping the cloud-veiled horsemen to our left.