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“You can just bet your boots I am,” returned Ted, holding out his hand. Bob shook it warmly. “No—no, sir,” stammered Bob, helplessly. “He wasn’t there—he’s in Las Cruces—” As he was revolving these things in his mind they came to an opening in the thick brush. It lay right on the edge of the river, close to which they had been traveling. Evidently it was the place that had been decided upon as his prison, for, almost screened by the encroaching scrub oaks, was an adobe hut. Bob could not imagine what it had been used for. As they approached it in the gathering gloom of night, it did not seem to have any opening except a door. No windows were visible from the direction in which they came and Bob doubted if there were any on the other side..
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