same won't. I don't think Lone Wolf knows we're anywhere around here, and
before he can find out, I also hope we shall be beyond his raich."




CHAPTER XIV.

BETWEEN TWO FIRES.


Mickey had scarcely given utterance to this hopeful remark when he drew up
his mustang with a spasmodic jerk and exclaimed, in a startled in a
startled voice:

"Do you see _that_?"

As he spoke, he pointed some distance ahead, where a faint, thin column of
smoke was seen rising from the top of the rocks on the opposite side of
the canon or pass.

It will be remembered that the pass of which our two friends availed
themselves is the only one leading through the section of the mountains
which lies to the eastward of the Rio Pecos. That part over which Fred and
Mickey were riding showed numerous winding trails, made by the hoofs of
the horses, as they passed back and forth, bearing Apaches, Comanches,
Kiowas, and, very rarely, white men. At no very distant intervals were
observed human skeletons and bones, while they were scarcely ever out of
sight of the remains of horses or wild animals; all of which told their
tale of the scenes of violence that had taken place in that highway of the