As soon as day broke he would go to the Waco camp--he would boldly
upbraid them for their treachery. But what purpose would that serve?
Besides, would he find them still there? No; most likely they were
moving off to some other part at the time they had planned the robbery!

Several times during the night a wild idea occurred to him. If he could
not have indemnity he might obtain revenge. The Wacoes were not without
enemies. Several bordering tribes were at war with them; and Carlos
knew they had a powerful foe in the Panes.

"My fortune is bitter," thought Carlos; "but revenge is sweet! What if
I seek the Pane,--tell him my intention,--offer him my lance, my bow,
and my true rifle? I have never met the Pane. I know him not; but I am
no weak hand, and now that I have a cause for vengeance he will not
despise my aid. My men will follow me--I know they will--anywhere; and,
tame `Tagnos' though they be, they can fight when roused to revenge. I
shall seek the Pane!"

The last thought was uttered half aloud, and with emphasis that spoke
determination. The cibolero was a man of quick resolves, and this
resolve he had actually come to. It is not to be wondered at, His
indignation at being treated in such a cruel and cowardly manner--the
poor prospect before him on returning to the settlement--his natural
desire to punish those who had placed him in such a predicament--as well
as some hope which he still entertained of recovering at least a part of
his lost property,--all influenced him to this resolve. He had
determined upon it, and was just on the point of communicating his
determination to his companions, when he was interrupted by the
half-blood Antonio.

"Master," said the latter, who appeared to have been for some time
busied with his own thoughts, "did you notice nothing strange?"

"When, Antonio?"

"During the estampeda."

"What was there strange?"

"Why, there appeared to be a good number, full half, of the rascals
afoot."

"True; I observed that."

"Now, master, I have seen a _cavallada_ stampeded by the Comanches more
than once--they were always mounted."

"What signifies that? These are Wacoes, not Comanches."

"True, master; but I have heard that the Wacoes, like the Comanches, are
true Horse-Indians, and never go afoot on any business."

"That is indeed so," replied the cibolero in a reflective mood.
"Something strange, I confess."

"But, master," continued the half-blood, "did yo