“What part of Texas?”
“Within two miles of the Rio Grande. You’re not far from Mexico.”
“Then we had a longer flight than I thought,” said the inventor. “Come, boys, we must send some messages.”
“Do you think it will be safe to leave the airship here?” asked Jerry.
“I think so. We will not be gone long.”
“Ah, Santa Maria! The saints be praised! If it is not my very good friends the motor boys! And the little professor! Let me embrace them! It is a thousand years since I have seen them!”
A man, who had every appearance of being a Mexican, pushed his way through the throng. He was smoking a cigarette, but as he advanced he threw it away and held open his arms as if in welcome. The boys stared at him in some wonderment.
“Ah, do not say you have forgotten me!” cried the Mexican. “Do you not recall the terrible storm, and how you crashed into my houseboat?”
“It is Don Alvarzo!” cried Jerry.