"Naw," growled Hank. "Folks air not sleepin' sound enough then. Nobody's goin' ter foller us. Thar'll be lots o' 'em leavin' camp at night from now on, tryin' ter beat each other ter th' customs fellers. Two hours afore dawn is time enough. But we got lots o' time ter figger that; we won't be ter th' Upper Spring fer two more days. Time enough then ter talk about it." "But, eet ees tonight!" exclaimed Pedro. "_Madre de Dios!_ You teenk I mean near thee Upper Spreeng? No! No!" "Mebby not; but that's whar _we_ mean," said Tom. "Think we're goin' pokin' along through this Injun country fer two nights an' a day by ourselves? Th' caravan gits ter Willer Bar tomorrow night, an' camps at th' Upper Spring, or Cold Spring, th' next night. That puts us near fifty miles further on in th' protection of th' caravan." "No! No!" argued Pedro in despair. "Eet ees too _mucho_ reesk!" "Of what?" demanded Tom, in surprise. "Eet may be that Armijo send _soldats_ to meet thee tr-rain, lak other times. Senores, eet mus' be tonight! Tonight eet mus' be!" He looked around suddenly. "But where ar-re thee _cargas_, thee packs? I do not see them. What ees eet you do?" "We put 'em outside th' corral," chuckled Tom knowingly, "so folks will git used ter seeing 'em thar. Tomorrow night we'll do th' same, an' do it ag'in at th' Upper Spring. Somebody shore would see us if we had ter pack 'em here an' sneak 'em through th' camp. Ye should tell yer friends ter put thar packs outside th' waggins, too. How we goin' ter git through th' guards around th' camp?" "By my fr-riends," answered Pedro. "But eet may be too late at Cold Spreeng!" he expostulated. "Eef thee _soldats_ ar-re there--ah, senores! Eet ees ver' bad, Cold Spreeng!" "We ain't botherin' 'bout that," said Tom reassuringly. "Hank kin scout on ahead o' us, an' if thar camped up thar we kin drop out o' th' train behind any bend on th' way, an' take ter th' brush."