"Thank you, sargint laddie. You say the grass-boat is near by, Sargint
Hinery?"
"Not far from here, Tom. Just west of the middle of the race-course."
"And the thaves are going to camp and cook their supper on the other
side?"
"So they said."
"Thin we'll attimpt to interfare with their arrangemints. I think the
liftinint will commind an 'absence without lave' if we bring in the
raskils and the ponies."
The soldier and boys turned, and, bidding Vic keep close to them,
hurried to the bar where Henry had left the gift of the Mojave belle.
As they were lifting the elastic raft into the water they heard the
voices of men on the river, accompanied by the splashing of water, and
knew that the horse-thieves were fording the stream.
The Colorado was shoal, having an average autumnal depth of four feet
at La Paz. Clary secured two poles from the river debris lodged on the
bar, one for Frank and one for himself. Henry sat on the box in the
middle, holding his companions' guns across his lap with one hand, and
grasping Vic's collar with the other.
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