Excerpt: ...forming in line on what appeared to be a parade ground. "This is no place for us," exclaimed Donald. "Back to the woods." "I'm afraid it's too late," from Adrian. "I hate to run for it," was Billie's comment, "but it's the best we can do. I have no mind to fall into Mexican hands right now." He put spurs to his horse and dashed through a little clump of trees which grew by the way, closely followed by the other two. They seemed to have done just the right thing and Pg 127 were congratulating themselves upon ...
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Excerpt: ...forming in line on what appeared to be a parade ground. "This is no place for us," exclaimed Donald. "Back to the woods." "I'm afraid it's too late," from Adrian. "I hate to run for it," was Billie's comment, "but it's the best we can do. I have no mind to fall into Mexican hands right now." He put spurs to his horse and dashed through a little clump of trees which grew by the way, closely followed by the other two. They seemed to have done just the right thing and Pg 127 were congratulating themselves upon their lucky escape, when they heard horses coming from the other way. Billie drew his horse up with a sudden turn. "It looks as though we'd have to fight for it, boys! If we do let's give a good account of ourselves." They drew their Winchesters for instant use. The sound of hoofbeats drew nearer and then there burst into sight from around a turn in the road a sight which caused the boys nearly to fall from their horses with laughter. Riding on a mule and followed by several peons on burros was the florid-faced gentleman whom they had met on the train the day they left the City of Mexico. He was bare-headed and his coat tails streamed out in the breeze. He had no saddle and was clinging onto the mule by grasping him around the neck. "Help! Help!" he cried as he caught sight of the boys. "I surrender. I surrender." Seeing the boys' horses directly in his path, the mule came to a sudden stop, with both feet stuck out before him. The result was that the florid-faced gentleman, who wished to head a company of marines to drive the Mexicans off the earth, shot forward over the mule's head and landed in a cactus bush. Now a cactus is not a pleasant thing to sit upon, Pg 128 even when the greatest care is used; but to be shot into it as from a catapult is more than any one can bear. With a yell that might have been heard half a mile, had it not been for the noise of the guns, the man scrambled to his feet and darted away down the hill, while the peons...
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