“Many thanks for your kindness,” returned Dick. “I’ll speak a word for you when you are in the hands of the Americanos, as you call them.”
“That,” was the reply, “will never be.”
Dick shrugged his shoulders.
“Have it your own way,” he said.
Came a shout from one of the men who had been sent forward on scout duty.
“The Americanos!” he cried.
General Orizaba hurried toward him. Dick and Shirley drew a breath of relief.
An instant later a long line of hurrying blue figures came into view. Shirley and Dick looked at them with pride in their eyes.
The marines and sailors advanced at the double.
“Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!”