"Tony is going to meet us up on the Smelter Road," said Evelyn. "We'll go down these side streets until we get to the river, and then we'll follow the levee on around to where it is only about twenty feet wide, and about three feet deep. I know the very place. We won't have any trouble if we hurry--come on." So saying, they started for the river, down dark alleys and side streets, of which there are plenty in Juarez. They stumbled on through the darkness, half running, sometimes walking. "I'm sure I hear someone following us," said Pearl, as they neared the river. "Your life ain't worth two cents over here in this section at this hour of the night," answered Evelyn. "Let's run," said Mickey, as they started on down the levee. "How far is this place you know about, Ev?" asked Pearl, out of breath, as they slowed to a fast walk again. "About a mile or more," answered Evelyn, "But it's our only chance." It seemed like ten miles to the three, as they ran stumbling through the darkness, when a flare lit up the sky ahead of them to the right. "What's that?" asked Pearl. "Thank Heaven, it's the smelter," said Mickey. "We are almost there." "Here's the place I mean," said Evelyn, as she pointed to a very narrow place in the river. "Now, let's all take hands, and hold tight. The only thing we have to be careful of is the quicksands--they are as treacherous as Hell," as they started to wade into the river. "Watch your step," said Evelyn. "Jees--that water is cold--hold tight to my hand, Pearl, and don't let go," said Mickey, as she took hold of Pearl, who was in the middle. "We are in the midst of a lot of quicksand here--I can't seem to find bottom any further than I am standing. Let go of me, Pearl, and I'll wade around a bit and see if I can find a more solid place." "Oh, God--now, Ev, don't do that. Don't let go at all here in the water--we will all wade together." "Hold tight, then, and we will wade up the side here a ways, and maybe we will find more solid bottom," as they started up the side of the stream. Slowly they waded in until they were in about five feet of the bank. "I think we are going to make it all right," said Evelyn, as she was almost jerked off her feet by Pearl falling to her knees in the water, and Mickey went out of sight. "Hold on to me," gasped Pearl, "I've still got hold of her--she is in a sand-hole," as she rose to her feet, pulling Mickey's head above water, helping her to get solid footing again. Evelyn reached back and took hold of Mickey's free hand, and slowly they reached the bank and climbed out on solid ground again. "Are you all right, Mickey?" came from Evelyn and Pearl at the same time.