“Don’t turn around—keep still,” he directed. “I want to tell you something.”
“Let her rip,” said Ephraim, cautiously, aware that his companion had made an unpleasant discovery.
“Directly behind you, two tables away, is Gonzalez, the fellow whom I knocked down.”
“Wal, that’s gol dern pleasant!” drawled the boy from Vermont. “Has he spotted us?”
“I think so.”
“Is he watchin’ us?”
“I am sure he is, although he does not look this way. Keep still; let me hear what he is saying.”
CHAPTER XXII.
THE REVOLUTIONIST.
The scar-faced banderillero was in the company of three other fellows who looked decidedly villainous and desperate. He seemed to be talking to them, but Frank discovered, in a moment, that every word was meant for his ears.