CHAPTER XXVIII
A STRANGE DISCOVERY
As nearly as Dave and Roger could calculate, there were about two hundred of the Mexican guerrillas––dirty and fierce-looking individuals, led by an officer wearing an enormous hat and a long, drooping mustache.
The entire crowd looked disreputable in the extreme, and the youths could not help but shudder as they gazed at the cavalcade.
“My gracious, Dave! do you call those revolutionists?” remarked Roger, after the last of the horsemen had disappeared down the roadway.
“They may be revolutionists, Roger. But to my mind they look more like bandits than anything else. Under the pretense of aiding Mexico they probably steal whenever they get the chance.”
“I’d hate awfully to fall into their clutches. I think they’d rob a fellow of every dollar he had.”
“Well, never mind those Mexicans, Roger,” pursued Dave. “Come on, let us see if we can’t locate Ward Porton.”