The Mexicans, at a distance of almost a quarter of a mile, raised a great shout.

The two took no notice of it, but rode on, their faces toward the north.
"I can talk good Spanish or Mexican," said Obed, "and so can you, but I'm out riding now and I don't feel like stopping for conversation.

Ah, there they are shouting again, and as I live, Ned, they're increasing their speed.

We'll give 'em a sign." Obed and Ned wheeled about and raised their rifles.

The four Mexicans, who were galloping their ponies, stopped abruptly.