Having found a dry place in a corner of the rocks, he was on the point of falling into a doze when a clatter not far off aroused him. "It must be Dan," he thought. "Dan! Dan!" he cried, starting up. "Is that you?" At the sound of his voice the clatter ceased, and only the violence of the storm broke the stillness. Then Ralph called again, that his brother might not go astray. "Who calls?" The voice was a strange one, and the words were spoken with a Spanish accent. Ralph fell back in dismay, but it was too late, and soon the newcomer showed himself, riding a jaded steed, and carrying a long horse-pistol in his hand. "Ha, boy, are you alone?" demanded the man, who was none other than Captain Arguez. "I am," answered Ralph. "And what brought you here?" "I was out looking for a lost mustang, and missed my way." "Ha, that is what the other boy told me!" muttered Captain Arguez, half savagely. "The other boy? Then you have seen my brother?" "Yes." "Where is he now?" "I cannot tell you. He ran away, taking one of my soldier's mustangs." "But I don't understand," stammered Ralph. "Are you a Mexican army officer?" "I am." "And Dan was with you?" "I think he fell in with us by accident, and he got away just as we were having a brush with some of your accursed Americans." The Mexican captain looked around suspiciously. "You are quite sure you are alone?" "Yes, senor." "You have two ponies." "One belongs to my brother. He got on the white mustang,--the one that ran away,--and that is the last I saw of him. You have no idea where he is now?" "Probably with the Texans who attacked my party." "And where are they?" Captain Arguez's brow grew dark. "You are asking too many questions for a mere boy," he growled. "I do not know where they are, nor do I care, so long as they do not bother me any more," and in this he spoke the exact truth. He cared nothing for his men, and wished only to get back to San Antonio in safety. The Mexican had had nothing to eat throughout the day, and was glad enough to avail himself of what little was left in the hamper. Then he put his mustang beside the others, and made himself as comfortable as possible near Ralph. "Do you know the way to Bexar?" he demanded. Ralph shook his head. "I don't know the way anywhere; I am totally lost." "From whence do you come?" "From the Guadalupe River, at least thirty or forty miles from here." "Then I must be almost as far from Bexar?" "Yes; perhaps farther." "It is too bad! I was foolish. But let that pass, what is done cannot be undone." Captain Arguez had relapsed into Spanish, so Ralph did not understand his last words. He remained silent, wondering what the officer would say next. But instead of talking, the Mexican rolled a cigarette, and began smoking vigorously. Ralph was sleepy, and in spite of his repeated attempts to keep awake, he soon dozed off, and then fell into a sound slumber, from which he did not rouse up until daylight.