But, as may be supposed, they found none.
"I guess as romance-seekers we are not a success," said Jack, as at
sun-down they prepared to quit. "Just think, what a proud bunch we'd
have been if we could say we--The Border Boys--discovered the lost
river of the mesa dwellers."
"We might be a sorry bunch, too," amended the practical Walt. "I tell
you, Jack, I don't want anything to do with lost rivers, especially
when they are underground."
"Walt, the spirit of adventure is lacking in you," laughed Jack.
"You'd never make a Don Quixote----"
"A donkey who?" asked Walt innocently.
"Oh, you're the limit," chuckled Ralph, going off into a roar of
laughter at the ranch boy's expense.
That evening the animals' pasture was changed to the opposite side of
the mesa, where they could find fresh grass. The camp, however, was
left as it was. After supper watches were assigned, as usual, the
latter part of the night guardianship falling to Coyote Pete and Jack
once more. When, soon after midnight, Walt and Ralph Stetson aroused
them, there was nothing much to report except that One Spot had engaged
in a spirited kicking match with his brethren.
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