And the boy really looked very much as though he, too, would like to
depart with equally scant ceremony.
"Hi! there goes the burro!" called out Bob. "Head him off, Frank; or
shall I jump on my horse and try to rope him?"
To the astonishment of both the saddle chums the Mexican boy threw out
a detaining hand, crying earnestly:
"Senors, all, there is no need to chase them. They know where to go,
believe me, and surely I must soon overtake them. You have saved my
life, Senors. Lopez, he thanks you both. Before now have I seen such
a bear; but this time I was caught dreaming. He would surely have
killed me if it had not been for the brave Americanos."
Frank was struck with the soft tones of the small chap, who did not
look as if he could be much more than twelve years of age. His
features were regular, if thin, and the big black eyes seemed to be
filled with a courage beyond the ordinary. Indeed, they could not
doubt this, having seen how he had drawn that small knife on finding
himself confronted by the Rocky Mountain terror.
"Well, we were only too glad to have been of help to you, Lopez," Frank
remarked, as he advanced with outstretched hand.
The boy looked embarrassed, as though hardly knowing what to do. It
seemed to Frank that he had been staring very hard at Bob, and he
wondered why. Then again he imagined that the boy must be keeping
something back. This would account for the worried look on his small,
pinched, but good-looking face.
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