“What is our best plan, Panther?” whispered the hoy.

“We can’t do anything yet but haul off, watch an’ then follow.  The chaparral runs along for a mile or two an’ we can hide in the north end of it until they march south an’ are out of sight.  Then we’ll hang on.”

They found Obed standing exactly where they had left him, the reins of the three horses in his hands.

“Back at last,” he said.  “All things come to him who waits long enough, if he doesn’t die first.  Did you see anything besides a lot of Mexican vaqueros, fuddled with liquor and sound asleep?”

“We did not see any vaqueros,” replied the Panther, “but we saw Urrea an’ his band, an’ they had among them a dozen good Texans bound fast, men who will be shot if we three don’t stand in the way.  You have to follow with us, Obed, because Ned has already promised for you.”

The Maine man looked at them and smiled.

“A terribly good mind reader, that boy, Ned,” he said.  “He knew exactly what I wanted.  There’s a lot of things in the world that I’d like to do, but the one that I want to do most just now is to follow Urrea and that crowd of his and take away those Texans.  You two couldn’t keep me from going.”

The Panther smiled back.

“You are shorely the right stuff, Obed White,” he said.  “We’re only three in this bunch, but two of ’em besides me are ring-tailed panthers.  Now we’ll just draw off, before it’s day, an’ hide in the chaparral up there.”

They rode a mile to the north and remained among dense bushes until daylight.  At dawn they saw a column of smoke rise from Urrea’s camp.

“They are cookin’ breakfast now,” said the Panther.  “It’s my guess that in an hour they’ll be ridin’ south with their prisoners.”

The column of smoke sank after a while, and a couple of hours later the three left the chaparral.  From one of the summits they dimly saw a mass of horsemen riding toward Mexico.

“There’s our men,” said the Panther, “an’ now we’ll follow all day at this good, safe distance.  At night we can draw up closer if we want to do it.”

The Mexicans maintained a steady pace, and the three pursuers followed at a distance of perhaps two miles.  Now and then the swells completely shut Urrea’s band from sight, but Ned, Obed and the Panther followed the broad trail without the slightest difficulty.

“They’ll reach the river before noon,” said the Panther.  “There ain’t any doubt now that they’re bound for Mexico.  It’s jest as well for what we want to do, ’cause they’re likely to be less watchful there than they are in Texas.”

The band of Urrea, as nearly as they could judge, numbered about fifty, all mounted and armed well.  The Mexicans were fine horsemen, and with good training and leadership they were dangerous foes.  The three knew them well, and they kept so far behind that they were not likely to be observed.