to hide it there. Something queer about that--suspicious. I'd like to go up and peek inside it." "Well, I for one am not going up to investigate." Florence caught Jo Ann by the hand and pulled her along as fast as she could through the maze of thorny plants. "You have entirely too much curiosity." "It's enough to make anyone wonder, to find a car hidden in such a desolate spot. Maybe"--she whispered her next word--"smugglers've hidden it there. I'm going up and----" "Oh, please don't--please----" Florence tugged at Jo Ann's arm, but in vain. Jo Ann turned back and started up the slope. "Well, if you're bound to go, I might as well go, too. I'm not going to stay here alone." After this whispered reply Florence began following her. Without speaking another word, the two girls climbed on up the slope. Cautiously, they peeked through the mesquite and chaparral to see if they could notice anyone in or around the car. As soon as they were satisfied that there was no one in sight, Jo Ann made her way up to the old Ford and peered inside, Florence close behind. Both girls opened their eyes wide on seeing the quantities of pottery and baskets piled in the back of the car. Just as Jo Ann was about to whisper to Florence that she believed the car belonged to smugglers, she suddenly noticed that there was steam jetting out from the radiator. She pointed meaningly to the steam. Florence caught the point immediately. Since the engine was still hot the car must have been hidden there only a few minutes before. Without saying a word she indicated to Jo Ann that they must hurry away. Jo Ann lingered for one long keen-eyed look at the battered old car and especially at the license tag. She was determined to be able to identify the car if she should see it again. She felt that there was something mysterious about its being hidden there. A moment later she followed Florence back down the slope. Silently they continued on down the gully. On noticing a path leading upward a few yards ahead on the left, Jo Ann opened her lips to remark about it. Before she could utter a word, a man's angry voice floated down, speaking rapidly in Spanish. What was it he was saying? Something about---- Florence caught hold of her hand in a convulsive clutch, and she turned to see Florence's eyes dilated in terror. Simultaneously a second voice sounded, with an even more angry ring in it. "Hurry! Let's run!" Florence breathed. To Florence's consternation, Jo Ann darted straight up the path. Just before reaching the top she halted and peered cautiously in the direction of the men's voices, then scurried silently back. Together the two ran up the gully, not even halting when thorns tore Florence's skirt and scratched a red gash in one of Jo Ann's legs. "Those men must've said 

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