"You are just in time," said Mead, "and I'm mighty glad. I'll have to ask you to sit on this man's chest and hold him down while I tie him fast to that mesquite." Marguerite sat down on the Mexican's breast while Mead tied his wrists tightly together and then began fastening them to the stocky stem of the bush beside which he had fallen. Antone struggled and tried to throw her off, and Mead said: "I think, Miss Delarue, you'd better put your thumbs on his windpipe and press a little, just to keep him from fighting too hard. We've got no time to waste on him." Marguerite gasped and hesitated, but her eye fell on little Paul's unconscious figure, and she did as he asked her. "There," said Mead. "Now get up and jump quickly away." The prostrate Mexican struggled and rolled about, but he could not rise. Marguerite ran to the child and with her ear to his breast she called to Mead. "His heart is beating! He is still alive!" Mead caught Antone's horse, and with Marguerite behind him and the child on one arm started off on the gallop. A long, straggling line of searchers stretched across the mesa, the nearest at least four miles away. As Mead came nearer he dropped the bridle on the horse's neck and waved his hat and shouted again and again. At last he attracted the attention of the nearest ones, and two or three came running toward him. "Water! Water!" he called, at the top of his voice. They understood, and one ran back to the nearest horseman, who galloped off to a group of people still farther away. Almost instantly the great throng, like a huge organism, animated by one thought, started off across the mesa toward the galloping horse, every atom in it moved by the single purpose to reach at once the new-found babe. Two horses in front of the hastening multitude ran at their topmost speed and distanced all the others. One carried Pierre Delarue and the other Doctor Long, and behind them came horsemen, carts, carriages and people on foot, all rushing to the one point. The physician administered such restoratives as he had with him and brought the boy back to consciousness. Then, in the shade of a canopy phaeton, he carried the child home in his arms, while Marguerite and her father and Emerson Mead followed in another carriage, and all the crowd came pouring along after them. But there were four men who stayed behind. Joe Davis and John Daniels and two others, all in perfect accord and friendliness, went back to find Antone Colorow. They had listened to Mead's hastily told story of how Antone had attacked and delayed him. Daniels and Davis had looked at each other with a single significant glance and the one remark, "We'd better attend to him!" And then they had taken the other two men and started back.