"Los Apaches!"
Wherever I went, I was answered with "Los Apaches," and a shake of the
forefinger in front of the nose--a negative sign over all Mexico.
"It is plain, Gode, we can get no guide. We must try this Jornada
without one. What say you, voyageur?"
"I am agree, mon maitre; allons!"
And, followed by my faithful compagnon, with our remaining pack-mule, I
took the road that leads to the desert. That night we slept among the
ruins of Valverde; and the next morning, after an early start, embarked
upon the "Journey of Death."