The chief was the only one who seemed to know what ought to be done.

He examined the beds to satisfy himself that the prisoners had really gone, and then his voice was heard above the tumult, commanding silence.
The first thing he did, when quiet had been restored, was to swear lustily at the sentinel, for allowing the prisoners to escape, and then he set about making preparations for pursuit.

He sent two of the band on foot down the path that led toward the settlement, another he ordered to saddle the horses, and the rest he commanded to search every nook and corner of the glade.
As long as the noise continued, Archie worked industriously; and, being a very active fellow, he got up the mountain at an astonishing rate.

But as soon as the chief had succeeded in restoring order, he sat down to recover his breath, and to wait until the Rancheros left the glade: for he was fearful that the noise he necessarily made, in working his way through the thick bushes, might direct his enemies in their search.
Although it was pitch dark on the mountainside, Archie could tell exactly what was going on below him.

He knew when the two men left the glade, chuckled to himself when he heard the Ranchero, who had been ordered to saddle the horses, growl at the restive animals, and noted the movements of the party who were searching the bushes.