"_I have made known your situation to the American commander_."
There was no signature nor other mark upon the paper.
"From Don Cosme?" I inquired, in a whisper to the Mexican.
"Yes, Senor," was the reply.
"And how did you expect to reach us in the corral?"
"_Asi_," (So), said the man, holding up a shaggy bull's hide, which he
carried over his arm.
"We have friends here, Clayley. Come, my good fellow, take this!" and I
handed a gold eagle to the peon.
"Forward!"
The tinkling of canteens, the jingling of sabres, and the echo of
bounding hoofs recommenced. We were again in motion, filing on through
the shadowy woods.