It was twenty miles long,
and must have had an enormous population. It is said that there is not
a record left. Cortes and his gang took care of what the Toltecs and
Aztecs left."
"It is a wonderful country." Nestor said, "but it needs stability in
population. Just now, however, we need rest. It is evident that the
outlaws are headed for the plain below, and we must catch up with them
when they camp for the night."
"I wonder what Fremont will think?" observed Jimmie. "I'll bet he's
thinkin', right now, that we've gone back on him."
"There is no other way," explained Nestor. "It would be folly to
attempt rescue now, and worse folly to attempt to follow the party
down this slope, in the broad light of day. Did any of you boys notice
a square package I had on a shoulder-strap as I came up? I laid it
down somewhere. It contained a dozen egg and ham sandwiches," he added,
with a provoking smile.
"Great Scott!" cried Frank Shaw, springing straight up in the air,
like a rubber ball. "Holy smoke! You haven't lost it, have you?"
Nestor sat back and laughed at the hungry boy's antics and then
brought forth the precious packet. The boys gathered around him,
but he motioned them away.
"I'm not going to open it here," he said. "What until we find a
place where we can rest a bit. There must be a cliff-hole over
there somewhere."
Disappointed, and making wry faces, the boys followed Nestor to
the south until they came to a shelf of rock which faced the east.
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