“About a gold mine?” asked one of the men, bitterly.
“It may prove to be a gold mine,” said Vasco. “But it concerns one of those across the river,” and he nodded toward the other campers.
“Did you notice one of the boys”—Bilette went on—“the fat one; the stout youth; the one they call Bob and sometimes Chunky?”
“Si! Si!” exclaimed the Mexicans.
“Well, his father is a rich banker.”
“What of it?” asked one of the men. “His money is not in Mexico.”
“But it can be brought to Mexico!” cried Vasco.
“How?”
“By kidnapping the boy and holding him for a large ransom. Will you do it?”
“We will!” yelled the men. “This will provide us with gold. We’ll kidnap the fat boy!”