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While Florence was drinking, Jo Ann heard a snapping of twigs near by. She wheeled about and, peering through the bushes, saw two small boys gathering wood. One of them was bent over by the weight of a large bundle of the wood, held in place on his back by a rope passed across his forehead; the other was chopping sticks with a machete, a long heavy knife. At first glance Jo Ann thought they must be twins, as they were dressed alike in the loose white trousers and blouse worn by the peon.

A few minutes later the boys stepped back into the narrow trail, but on seeing the girls they quickly moved to one side to let them pass.

As soon as they were out of sight Jo Ann exclaimed, "That's the first blue-eyed Mexican I've seen! I didn't know they ever had blue eyes."

"They don't! What do you mean?"

"Didn't you notice that one of those boys had dark-blue eyes?"

"No."

"Well, he did."

"They were both dressed alike, and dirty and ragged. All I noticed was how frail-looking the one was who had the bundle of wood on his back. I couldn't help wondering why the other boy, who looked stronger, didn't take part of the load."

"That's the one with the blue eyes. Do they belong to the family at the goat ranch?"

"No, I've never seen them before. You must be mistaken about the boy's having blue eyes."

Jo Ann shook her head vigorously. "I'm positive his eyes were blue--his features were finer too, but his face was so dirty I couldn't tell much about them."

Florence smiled. "You've a fine imagination, Jo--trying to find another mystery already."

"I didn't try to find this mystery. It bumped right into me. If that boy lives around here, I'm going to find out more about him."

At Jo Ann's emphatic words, Florence laughed merrily. "All right, but don't start now. If we're going to stop at the cave, we'll have to hurry."

The two girls hurried along the trail, and a few minutes later Florence pointed to a dark, shadowy place about fifty feet up the side of the cliff. "There's the cave I was telling you about."

"All I can see through the bushes is a black hole under some rocks. Can we climb up there? I'd like to explore it."

"Yes, there's a path leading up to it. It isn't very large and won't take you long to look it over."

After rounding a curve in the trail, Florence led the way up the winding path toward the cave.

"That's strange!" she exclaimed a moment later. "There's a burro tied right outside the entrance. Someone must be in there."

"And I smell smoke from a campfire, don't you?" asked Jo Ann in a low voice as she moved over closer to Florence. "Do you suppose we'd better go on?"

"Yes, I think it'll be all right. If we have neighbors, I want to see what sort of people they are."

Just then several little stair-step children ran to peer up at the visitors from behind their grandmother. Jo Ann took some of the flowers from her bouquet and offered one to each of them. With smiles spreading over their thin, grimy faces, they reached out timidly for the flowers, then drew back behind their grandmother again.

"What is your name?" Jo Ann asked the largest of the children in her best Spanish, but either the child could not understand or else she was too timid to reply.

Hearing a slight noise behind her, Jo Ann turned in time to see the two boys she had noticed gathering wood. The one with the heavy burden on his back passed on into the cave without looking around, but the other hesitated and stared up at her curiously before disappearing into the dim interior. In that short interval Jo Ann had an opportunity to see that his eyes were unmistakably a deep blue; moreover, she noticed that, although his skin was brown, it was not as dark as the other boy's and the little girls'.

While she was pondering over this difference, Florence reached over and touched her on the arm. "Come on, Jo, we'd better go now. We'll come down again sometime."

Both girls waved good-by to the children, then started off down the trail. "Did you notice those boys as they came in?" Jo Ann asked. "One of them has blue eyes, just as I said."

"I was so busy talking to the grandmother that I didn't see them till they had passed on into the shadows. Evidently they belong to this family."

"Well, that blue-eyed one certainly doesn't look as if he belongs to them. There's something strange about him. Do you suppose they live in that cave? They didn't have a stick of furniture--not even a bed or table or chair or anything."

"Let's come down here tomorrow and bring them something. Those children looked half starved to me."

"We'll do that very thing, but if we're going to eat tonight, we'd better be getting back to camp. Mother and Peg'll wonder what's happened to us."

"And we haven't finished straightening up the kitchen, either," Jo Ann sighed. "How about cooking supper in that outdoor fireplace? It's too gorgeous up here to stay in the house any more than absolutely necessary."

"All right. That's what I'd planned to do anyway."

"Isn't this the road we came up this morning?" Jo Ann asked a moment later, as they came to a cart road winding back and forth up the steep mountain side.

"Yes, we're almost home. If it weren't for the trees, we could see the house from here. There's a short cut straight up the mountain." She pointed to a narrow path between the trees and rocks. "Since you're so fond of climbing, we'll take that and be back at the house before you know it."

In a short time they arrived at the house, puffing and panting from the exertion of their steep climb.

"Did you--think we--were never--coming?" asked Florence, dropping down beside her mother, who was lying on a cot out in front of the house; then, without waiting for an answer, she asked, "Have they brought the milk yet?"

Her mother nodded. "Just a few minutes ago. Did you and Jo Ann have a nice walk?"

"Yes, indeed! It seemed so good to be tramping over the mountains again." Florence smiled. "I had to recount the family history from A to Z to the woman at the goat ranch, and she said it gave her much sorrow to learn of your illness. She and all the children'll probably be up to see you tomorrow. Here's a jasmine she sent you--we picked the fern down by a spring." She sniffed the fragrant perfume a moment, then handed the dainty spray to her mother.

"And while we were at the spring," put in Jo Ann, "we saw two little Mexican boys gathering wood; and I'm sure one of them had blue eyes."

"Yes, Jo thinks she's on the trail of another mystery," laughed Florence.

"Oh dear," sighed Peggy with a roguish twinkle in her eyes. "I told you we wouldn't be here three days before she'd find a mystery, and here it's hardly been that many hours."

"Then, when we were at the cave," Jo Ann went on, unruffled by Peggy's teasing, "the boys came in, and I got a good look at that one's eyes, and they were blue--a deep, deep blue--bluer than yours, Florence."

"Well, what's your solution?" grinned Peggy. "Has your blue-eyed boy been kidnaped, or is he a prince in disguise?"

"I'll tell you later. Give me a little time, and I'll find out. Florence and I are going down to the cave tomorrow to carry some food to those children--there were several thin, dirty, half-starved little ones there. Come along, Peg, and if that boy is there, you can see for yourself that his eyes are blue. I hope he is--I want to prove to you and Florence that I'm not color blind."

"I'm 'most as hungry as those children looked," put in Florence. "Let's get supper."

Jo Ann sprang up. "I'm a swell fire-builder. I'll build the fire this minute--in the outdoor fireplace."

"No, you won't. I've beat you to it," laughed Peggy.

As they went through the house, Jo Ann noticed that a gay red-and-white checked cloth had been spread on the table and places set for four. "You have been busy, haven't you?" she said motioning toward the table.

"Sure. Mrs. Blackwell told me what to do with things, and I've straightened up the kitchen and put some rice on to cook for supper."

"Even that won't be soon enough to suit me," laughed Jo Ann. "That climb up the mountain and this invigorating air have made me hungry as a bear."

In a very short time supper was ready, and as Jo Ann placed the platter of bacon and eggs on the table, she called over to Peggy, "Catch hold of the other end of this table and let's carry it outside. That sunset's just too gorgeous to miss, and then Mrs. Blackwell won't have to walk so far, either."

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